I feel my body rotting
My faith dies with me
My future embodies nothing but self-regret
Not everybody feels this
I made the wrong choice
I hate myself for trusting you
I'm sinking faster and faster
Quicksand's got me by the neck
As I count the days, I'm slowly changing
To become better than I was before
You have watched me suffer through this endless game
Convincing me that I was a burden
With my veins full of rage
Nothing stands in my hatred way
It feels facile to breathe with my hands around your neck
Spitting blood it thrills me
Thrill
I've just woke up from this dream
And realised that I've been walking in circles