In and out of consciousness
I always seem to drift.
This isn’t a life I’m living,
this is a sinking ship.

And if I wasn’t the man I am
I’d abandon this all to the abyss.
Only one thing to pull me back,
a siren’s fatal kiss.

I’ve dragged my sorry soul
to the darkest of voids
and sifted through the wreckage
of what I watched you destroy.

And now your petty regret sinks its teeth
into all that's left of me,
it gnaws away and tears away,
until sanity becomes but a fever dream.