The ticking of the clock leaves me on edge Another second wasted, trapped inside these bare walls I am getting better, am I?
I no longer desire the rush in my veins I desire, no, I crave fresh oxygen to the brain I can't breathe, I can't breathe These walls are closing in This is the price I pay for the ultimate sin
I've fallen ill from my own sickness My candle is burning at both ends I never thought I would have to bring myself to this place again But here I am now And here you are not I asked to to remember me, and you almost forgot