Life fell short.
I’m worth so much more than what I’ve had to endure.
I will never find a cure. (What a waste of time.)

Sick of fuckin’ wasting my time.
Sick of fuckin’ being alive.
Sick of screaming every night.
Sick of everything.

I’m sick. Sick. Sick.
But I’m getting by.
Sick. Sick. Sick.
Just killing time.

Just killing time. 
Sick mother fucker just trynna survive.
Just wastin’ my time.
So, what’s the point of being alive?

No, I won’t back down.

I have found yet another way to numb the pain.
It’s calling me from deep inside. Yeah!
The stranglehold that you have had upon my life, 
may now start to loosen.

I’m gonna be ill, for the rest of my life.
Might as well take another pill.

How the fuck could you do this to me?
Look at what I’ve become.
You make me sick.
You make me fuckin’ sick.

You make me fuckin’ sick. 
Daddy’s girl is a selfish bitch.
Keep pushing pills.
I hope it fucking kills you.

Finding A Home In Heartache

Nausæted

pillar°

Been dead inside. Done lost my mind.
Now I’m hooked to a life-line.

Get off my fuckin’ back.
I already know I’m on the wrong path.
Spun out. I’m gonna crack.
Pull the trigger. Bullets in my skull. Yeah!

Take me home in a body bag.
 It’s the only way I’m comin’ back.
Shut up! I’m gonna fuckin’ snap.
You said it yourself, we can’t turn back.
(Man, all this talk has got me feelin’)

Dope sick. (Talkin’ to myself)
Got me feelin’ dope sick. (Can I have more?)
It’s the only thing that makes sense to me.
(So, fuck it. Let’s waste away.)
Dope sick. (Talkin’ to myself)
Got me feelin’ dope sick. (Only once more)
All I wanted was sympathy.
(So, fuck it. Let’s waste away.)
Fuck!

Nah, I been numb. I been feelin’ fine.
I’ve been hooked to a life-line.
Better find another way to pass the time.
Floating love drunk on sunshine.
(Sunshine.)

Circle ‘round the stitch. 
In a second when it kicks in, it’ll hit you like an itch.

Hypnotic. Cathartic.
Vibrations. Take me away.
Cause I can’t live with myself.
It’s been eating me alive.

Man, all this talk has got me feelin’ 

Dope sick. (Talkin’ to myself)
Got me feelin’ dope sick. (Can I have more?)
It’s the only thing that makes sense to me.
(So, fuck it. Let’s waste away.)
Dope sick. (Talkin’ to myself)
Got me feelin’ dope sick. (Only once more)
You and I were just meant to bed.
(So, fuck it. Let’s waste away.)

Dope Sick

.illness

nod.

opïa

Somersault

Razors (Demo)

NO ONE WOULD GIVE A FUCK IF I WENT MISSING.
I BET YOU FEEL THE SAME.
I BET IT KEEPS YOU AWAKE AT NIGHT.
IT HAPPENS MORE OFTEN THAN I’D LIKE.

WHO THE FUCK’S GONNA BE THERE WHEN I DIE?
NOBODY. SO I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.
STICKIN’ TO MYSELF AND I’LL BE JUST FINE.
LEAVIN’ ON MY OWN TERMS WHEN IT’S TIME TO DIE.

NO FEAR OF DEATH. NO WILL TO LIVE.
NO APOLOGIES FOR THE WAY THAT I FEEL.
NO I WON’T WEAR A FAKE SMILE. (I AM NOTHING.)
CAN’T YOU SEE THAT I’M FUCKING DEAD INSIDE? (I AM NOTHING.)

WHO THE FUCK’S GONNA BE THERE WHEN I DIE?
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK.
WHO THE FUCK’S GONNA BE THERE WHEN I DIE?

MY ONLY SOLACE IS SLEEP.

WHO THE FUCK’S GONNA BE THERE WHEN I DIE?
NOBODY. SO, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.
ISOLATING MYSELF BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE DYING.
IF YOU FEEL LIKE I DO, THEN GET IN LINE.

WINDING DOWN THE SPIRAL ONCE AGAIN.

NO FEAR OF DEATH. NO WILL TO LIVE.
NO APOLOGIES FOR THE WAY THAT I FEEL.
NO I WON’T WEAR A FAKE SMILE. (I AM NOTHING)
CAN’T YOU SEE THAT I’M FUCKING DEAD INSIDE? (I AM NOTHING)

I’M A LOST CAUSE, DON’T WASTE YOUR BREATH.
I’M SICK OF WAITING MY ENTIRE LIFE TO FEEL DEATH’S COLD HANDS AROUND MY NECK.
GRAVITY NEVER MEANT SHIT TO ME.

DROP.

I AM NOTHING.

Civil.