Slipping out of my conscience
Falling deep into a state of regret
Trying to reverse my decline
But these vices won't stop holding me down
Drive the nail
Deeper into my skin
The sickness is kicking in
I'm already settled into my hell
Escape as you are now
Die young, with a smile
Time to convince yourself
That you can do this again
This is my funeral song
My pulse is dead & gone
Drive the nail
Deeper into my skin
The sickness is kicking in
I'm already settled into my hell
I'm a slave to suffering. Suffering.
I'm a slave to suffering. Suffering.
I try to keep it inside
But it keeps me up until sunrise
I've had enough.
There is no air in my lungs
There is no taste on my tongue.
Holding on. I've been holding on
I've been holding on
Only to fall again.

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