The burning sensation the urge to kill whatever’s inside that’s making us ill 
That’s making us ill
And all it takes is a step
 and then another one after that
 it’s hard to complete a simple task 
it’s hard to get help when I’m afraid to ask I’m growin so tired 
and I could barely do what was required
 I sit alone in my room 
I wish to clean it 
but I can’t bring myself to 
so I sit amongst the filth 
that I created 
I just wish to be sedated 
I can’t keep up with this
 I can’t keep doing this

I’m prayin how I am right now isn’t a phase
But every month I look back and I hate that same face
It’s the same brain 
But it’s got different taste 
And it’s always changing 
I can’t keep up with me

The burning sensation the urge to fight whatever’s inside that I cannot hide no matter how hard I try

Help me I’m dying 
nobody hears the cryin
There ears are filled with silence 
violence, your defiant 
they tell us their tryin 
through their smile their lying
 to them it’s satisfying 
we caught on no denying

I know your wishing it was me and not you
That had to feel the pain you endured
I have enough of my own and I’ve lived long enough to know 
you don’t phase me, 
why do you hate me?

Help me I’m dying 
nobody hears the crying 
their ears are filled with silence 
violence, your defiant
 they tell us they’re tryin 
Throug their smile they’re lyin 
to them it’s satisfying 
we caught on no denying 
I know you’re wishing it was me and not you
I know you’re wishing it was me and not you but it was you for a reason 
let that sink In

Terminal Official