It's been so long since I've felt anything at all When I turn to myself I find that I'm sinking in hell So I turn to the world To the grinding of gears, yetthere is only pain We haven't stood still in years How long until we collapse? Will it ever happen at all? Will we be faced with all our mistakes when we leave this world? I can feel the regret growing inside me like a cyst I know you know you are dying to feel something real Maybe you can prove that to something before our legs start to give Maybe you can take all the pain, and you can take all of the fear You can turn to the void and make sure something can hear you Sorted simply into will to work And if you step out of line then you get left behind The writing's been on the wall for so long I fear we no longer know what's wrong How can we find our way When all the time were allotted to see Is spent recovering from the week to week? I think I might be slipping I'm ending Descending You know, and I know, this only ends one way We are going to die So why are we holding on? Let go