Voices saying I won't make it to Nineteen
Retrace steps, trekking through this waking divine dream
Murder on my mind, investigating the crime scene
Breaking into pieces, aching to find peace
Traces of God are the gauze when my mind bleeds
Impatiently wait for my revelation as time fleets
Double dates with devils & angels making me grind teeth
Too anxious to dine and there's red wine on my white tee
Dazed for days on end
I just wanna be awake for a second
I can't escape my fate, I hate my reflection
I hate this vessel and his horrified facial expression
I hate our lack of relation, I hate that I possess him
Face to face, I say I'm sorry while I make my confessions
Depression, I replace with aggression
The gaping empty spaces, I replace with possessions
Only thing I need is a warm place
Tell me what you see when you gaze in my worn face
Afraid, frayed forlorn faith
I remember when this corner of my head was a foreign place
Cord snaking my neck, ready to check into purgatory
Before facing my death
Retrace my steps
Forsaken as that spirit occurred before me
It's real form taking my breath
Diving in the narrowing spiral
Barely alive
Buried alive, bearing the weight of being barren inside
Scared of my fate, it's apparent when you stare in my eyes
I swear I want to live
I swear I want to live
I swear I want to live
I swear I want to live