I can't run away Trapped in this deadwood And my body is wasting time Fading in that blue This cage of mine I'm somebody else And my tears are turning into A rope made of bets I need some space And my neck is in pain Demons got a face I'm about to degrade I need some space And my neck is in pain Demons got a face I'm about to degrade I hate myself You made me this I hate myself Now I don't exist I need some space And my neck is in pain Demons got a face I'm about to degrade I need some space And my neck is in pain Demons got a face I'm about to degrade I need some space And my neck is in pain Demons got a face I'm about to degrade I hate myself You made me this I hate myself Now I don't exist