Nothing numbs the pain it aches in my brain
Blades scrape across skin trace lines where its been
Maybe its cuz of a world of sin things dont feel the same
A baby dead in the crib and the ones to blame
Own a world and live like gods in private planes
Maybe its my life of sin I dont feel the same
In the rain and in the sun it all feels the same
Don't feel the same, since when?
Since pandemic, since panic, since eighteen, since then
Since I lost it been manic became an addict bordering on fiend
Failed to be apathetic others can I don't get it so I lost friends
So I would lend when I knew should just let it end
Feels like the end a relationship moulder when they dont tend
Nothing left to send just a cold shoulder left for them
Permanent damage my back covered by scars got like ten
Permanently in a stage of bein worried, what if? and when
Sanity nonexistant in this late stage game of monopoly
Sever me this instant my heart cant take living in a colony
Only thing I'm passionate about is ending despondency
Don't care what its all about just let me out, no apology's
Their unnecessary like post mortem biography's    
Less remembered of me the better erase my chronology
Better to have erased my history in its entirety
Every letter off the face, because I'm tired of me