Here,
In a prison of our own design
Held hostage by our disturbed psyches
We are robot-like beings
It's as though we have been programmed to perpetuate the  destruction of our selves

Products of faulty wiring, we are
Razor blades tickle our trembling wrists
And we beg to the gods to vanish without a trace

I am not afraid to fall deeper into the murky waters as long as it's with you
The sadness in your eyes complements the sadness in mine

Let's drown in wine, shall we?
Feed our arteries with substance so we can feel
There won't be any healing, I know
The depression is forever in  presence
Our pain is a chronic wound.