My words are scattered all over,
where did all these voices in my head come from?

Why does it feel like they're trying to tear each other apart?

What's this cold and sharp sensation building up inside of me?

My lips are sealed,
and they will always be,
so why?

Why do I feel like screaming at the moon and then drowning in a river underneath its glow?

Let it consume me,
let it wash away all I ever was