Lying here on a cold concrete floor,
thinking there has to be something more.
I know there's a God, but where is he now?
Please pick me up, from this lost and found.

I've been lying here, for what feels like years,
thinking about all my many fears.
So lifeless, so ready to die,
can you make me feel alive?

The room is flooding, filling with my blood,
I'm fine with drowning, 'cause I've had enough.
So watch me die, outside your one way glass,
and don't you dare save me, I want this feeling to last.