I see my family wasting away in comfort
I watch my life slip through my fingers
Youth is wasted on the young
Youth is wasted on the living
The living are wasted as youth

I need to escape
My mind
My home
This realm

Help me reach above the quicksand that is humanity,
And let me hope some form of being will pull me free

I'm drowning,
I'm giving blood,
As I'm dying, I'm finally alive