"Swallowing this pride
I push myself to sacrifice the pain
Show me something of worth
Numbness; nothing but rain
Rain"
Not worth living for
Should I care?
"Shoveling this shit
I procreate to decimate the fear
Show me that I can survive
Loneliness... A desolate cheer"
We called this a future?
Did I miss?
I see no point
Is this my awaited bliss?
(Stand by and watch your city sink)
This is the choice
This is not...
And in the heart of his lungs
He finds the air, and sends it screaming out
The chilling voice belonging to the man
Who's seen beyond a lie called happiness