I'm running out of time
And left here indecisive stuck feeling so lifeless
Too busy stumbling through the pain with all my vices
I'm steady handing out my vengeance like it's priceless
I'm digging up roots and tying them into a noose
My constant strife has found a place to grow complacent
A trampled mind that's overflowing with pure hatred
(My constant strife has found a place to grow complacent
A trampled mind that's overflowing with pure hatred)

I'm walking through the flames
The reaper takes me by the hand, I just can't fight this
Decaying faces all around me, it's a crisis
I feel them clawing at my stomach as I write this
Steady counting off all of my sacrifices
Do you know what it's like to be alone?
To live life feeling numb and cold?
It's a fucking nightmare on its own
And it just gets worse as we grow old