Broken, battered
Split, shattered
I don't feel like I'm here
I'm not even there, so, where?
All in our own world
Foundation of isolation
Decayed and decadent
Holding onto the remnants
Life is a cycle
My conscious is a rival
I don't want to live through survival
I'm barely living
I ring the door to sound my arrival
I need a revival
One arm pulls, one arm pushes
I have fallen for my own excuses