I'm probably too still, a consequence of silence I'm creating Let my thoughts consume my mind, my own body betrayed me, it took the hope from my life
Now I'm afraid to face most things I'm not sure what I want, is it tomb stones or wedding rings? Cowardice keeps me from that light, so I remain, trapped by my dull life
There were never any problems; only mutations in my brain They ruined my existence, taking everything over with pain
I'm still I've stopped waiting around I'm probably too still It's a consequence of always keeping silence around
Lost interest in habits of sleep; a harsh reality in favor of my dreams This day will never end I can't stop the emptiness from pounding in my head