Life coming apart reaching to lies to get back to start
Blind to the truth I seek my redemption through excessive use
Try to figure it out but all I'm left with is constant doubt
Drugged my rational declines reliving my past forever I'm blind
Down depression my friend, its firm grip is having no end
Court my life but its cold no warmth is found where there is no soul
Bait the end of me I've said my fair wells to my enemies
Choked, the rope hung well, it's time to welcome my coming hell
It's the beginning of the end and the lords dead to me
Gods turn their backs to men broken by the earth
It's the beginning of the end the birth of insanity
I can tell by the look on your face that I'm already dead