There's a feeling in my skin and it's hyper aware,
Like it's melting off just a little everyday
It's a slow decent
From the day that I'm born
As I gradually become one with the dirt
As I slowly watch myself deteriorate
My mind can barely comprehend my day to day
Sometimes I forget that I have a future to plan
All that I can focus on is watching myself turn to sand
There's a feeling in my bones
They're rotting, hollowing, from the inside out
There a feeling in my bones
They're rotting, hollowing, from the inside out
From the inside out
There's a sense sometimes that I've lost my mind
And that no one around has the heart to tell me
There's a sense sometimes that I'm frozen in time
But it's still just moving too fast for me
There's a feeling in my bones
They're rotting, hollowing, from the inside out
There a feeling in my bones
They're rotting, hollowing, from the inside out
From the inside out
They say that they understand,
But they will never know how it feels
The constant loss, the grief, the pain, the repeal
And it's all just a distraction from the decent of those around me
So I slowly watch myself deteriorate