These bones collide, all hell breaks loose,
a thousand voices screaming.
My blood runs dry, this shell is shattered.
That happens when I'm dreaming.
But I'll stay calm and quiet,
just like the vomit I silently spill.
And the merciless pictures, streaming through my head won't escape till I'll be fucking dead.
I'm patient, I'm hopeful, I'm honest, I am fine.
It's the mind that kills, it's the mind.
Swallowing every piece of the shit
you want me to eat.
Your guilt tastes bitter, it tastes so bitter.
This is wearing me out.
I'm broken, I'm breathless, I'm lifeless, I am dead.
It's you who killed me, it's you.
And all that's left of this fucked up world is the bitter pill made of empty words.