I'd wish this pain upon my worst enemy but every time I do It comes right back to me I can't help but think there's no incentive left I'm on the brink of the end of a life bereft Of all hope Am I out of touch, or just simply out of luck? Am I out of touch, or just simply out of luck? EIther way, one with the soil and dirt Every day, I still find myself stuck in the same rut We age, we decay, we die But what do we leave behind? We age, we decay, we die But what do we leave behind? A legacy of loss, one failure after another And more reasons to die than there are to stay alive Every imperfection inscribed on the back of my eyelids Fabricated figments fucking with my frame of mind I am in hell, lost inside myself Barren and lifeless ad nauseam Endless visions made of dark matter Consume my mind till the end of life Endless visions made of dark matter Consume my mind, misery for life When I die, I'd rather stay dead Than be remembered for the hell inside my head When I die, I'd rather stay dead Than be remembered for the hell inside my head