When tears burn but you touch your heart...
and there's no pulse.
Is this the end or a new start?
No longer with any impulse.
Numb and thoughtless I fall apart.

Those whispers are just me yelling.
You should know for every truth there is a lie,
My sight is always rebelling.
The one who never cares is the first to die,
I will watch my own demise.

Impending doom never felt so good,
an existence without purpose or joy,
take a chance to get back in those chains like you should,
money or starvation there's no in between poor boy,
just a common counterfeit more than I am understood.