So detached from myself. Wheres the life in my eyes. The feeling in my hands has already left me. Its like I'm staring death in the eyes.
I feel myself slipping through the cracks. My ghost is already haunting me. Its torturing me. When did I become so transparent to this world.
Pleading for everything back, a second chance. But I can't speak. The words slip from my mind.
I feel myself slipping through the cracks. My ghost is already haunting me. Its torturing me. When did I become so transparent to this world.
As my soul rips from my body. Taken so mercilessly. My lifeless body in this open casket. I'm still screaming but nobody's answering.
I feel myself slipping through the cracks. My ghost is already haunting me. Its torturing me. (torturing me....) When did I become so transparent to this world.
I feel myself slipping through the cracks. My ghost is already haunting me. Its torturing me. (torturing me....) When did I become so transparent to this world.
I see myself slipping through these cracks. My ghost is already haunting me. They're all torturing me. When did I become so transparent to this world. To this world.