Wither
Writhe
Put down the shovel
The reaper can wait
Don't turn down my deathbed
Don't bait me with sleep
I've started down the vultures that pick at my brain
Insomnia mocks me but knows not my suffering
Medicate me till my throat swells up
The scars on my heart burn like paper cuts
I'm less than tranquil
Near paralyzed
It's the only way I can cope with life
I won't surrender my serenity
There's a hole in the ground somewhere out there for me
I just haven't had the time to test it comfortably
I drag my coffin around in case of emergency and I'm urgently trying to purge my grief
These are my charms as my heart swoons in chrysalis
You've never witnessed a metamorphosis like mine
I've been laid up in a hospital bed held captive by my panic attacks
I've been strung out on depression
Overdosed on the obsession my past was gonna be the death of me
I won't surrender my serenity
F*ck