1. THESEUS

What can I say that hasn't been said?
I've seen this pattern, again and again
It's just the same, a feeling of regret
I'll throw this away, but I'll never forget
Everyone wants a piece of me
Pushing and pulling, picking and tearing away

I shaved the skin off my body
My paranoia and selflessness became one, as I became nothing

But they kept pushing the weight, the strangle, the world got caught in my throat
The hate I once felt came back ten fold, we can not reap, we will choke on what we've sewn
The silver lining blurs as the tunnels close

Weak and ugly, interloping, misanthropy, I'm just understating
This world is what's killing me inside, and I'm lost with nowhere to hide
I am living a fucking lie, I'm erasing the smile and leaving everyone behind

This world has shown me a years worth of fortune at the cost of a life's debt
Suffocation, choking on melancholy with no way to satisfy my breath
I've seen what I needed to, without my purpose being served
(Do not mourn my loss, for I will find peace, away from you, in death)


2. WHAT'S IT LIKE WHEN YOU DIE?

I can make fast slow
I can take your soul (I can take your soul)
If you just let me in
I can make you comfortable in your skin
(Oh, God not again)
I'll make you feel like you're not real

Lethargic, no use of getting up
Apathetic, I couldn't give a fuck


3. IT REALLY HURTS :):

Peeking in the cortex (Don’t look down)
Don't stray into the vortex (Do you wanna drown?)
There's traps set in my head (And death in the plexus)
One went off, made a tunnel traced with led

Get it out; taking up my headspace
You're nothing but brain fog, getting in my way
My train of thought is losing its coherence
Or you're just fucked and can't comprehend it

The noise doesn't stop
My mind drones on like tv static
It's not my fault that I'm paranoid and manic
Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop

How can I hate you like you hate me?
What can I do to make you fucking kill me?

They wanna take my life, well they can have it
Dead eyed staring at death from my bed

It burns, like cysts on my skin
It burns, they're welded on my skin
Like pins and needles but shooting through the bones
Take it, keep it, digitalize my soul
Dissect me and pull out the plexus
Replace it with a stomach full of Armageddon