Gotta find a way out of this hell
Searching for water in a dried up well
My grip is slipping, my hope is lost
Any shred of me is dead and gone
The pieces that defined me
Scattered along broken years of hatred spent in darkness
My skin's crawling and I feel it bleeding through
The whispers in my head all tell me that I'm through
And I'm not getting out of here
The whispers in my head all tell me that I'm through
A cheap imitation life
Accepting my eternal slumber in the pits of hell
I will repent for everything that I have done
I'm on the losing side of the war in my mind
The pieces that defined me
Scattered along broken years of hatred spent in darkness
