foreign flesh to tear your insides sharpened steel to tear your throat

encased in fear, bound to repetition

life’s a joke, i'm anticipating the punchline

it seems that everybody always has a bone to pick a promise to break

when did the face of a dying man replace my reflection?

i fucking hate those days when i can feel so clearly that the tethers fraying and my only comfort is threatening to tear me limb from limb

there's nothing left to calm the mind inching toward catastrophe yet overwhelmed with apathy

i'm an asshole with a loud mouth and a system of support i don't deserve

there's always gotta be some problem i alone must solve

it's hard to wake up hard to function hard to cope

it appears that apathy has gotten the best of me

i'm too tired to eat too tired to breathe too tired to deal with all of these tragedies

we tell ourselves promise ourselves that we'll do better tomorrow

this time we really fucked it up so far beyond repair

lately i've been struggling to conjure up a band aid for this problem that has freshly manifested in my brain

i know shits going south but we got this

tell me why should i rest holding my last breath if all of this crumbles in the end?

i'm just far more comfortable alone

i can't lie to myself and pretend that i just can't remember because i'm reminded every time i see the scars that dress my skin

every morning that you wake up's just a let down