No interest to breathe Heart too numb to beat Too late to resuscitate the living dead Hasn't slept in days Drunk, hallucinates And for a moment everything seems worthwhile
Unplugging from it all Waiting for the fall to end it all
So frustrated and long gone to a bitter place He never made it Painted his yesterdays with songs of suicide Buried alive Tired and jaded of the hell he can't erase They never faded away Those empty days he never could abide Buried alive
Feeling less and less Safe in loneliness Self esteem drowned in a bottle Dressed in apathy Flushed out sanity The countdown of his days is down to zero
Letting go of it all Waiting for the fall to end it all
