Echoism Video (MV)

Buying time but what's the cost
Search for peace like what could cause
Some relief my mind it rots
Heal my wounds inside with gauze
Bide my time I watch the clock
I'm hurting differently like claws
Are digging deep inside my chest I just need rest
My mind is f*cked
My favorite words are "I care"
I walk around in public f*cked up wrist can't help but stare
My head feels off like they say "good" and I say "where"
Can't seem to share
"Be honest about how you feel James"
Never heard of that
I'm just hurting bad
I'm just searching for some f*cking purpose, mad
My is peace never f*cking coming back
I'm running laps
It endlessly seems to be nothing more
I'm numb I try to love you back
I truly do
But I worry you won't feel it as my vision cuts to black
My vision cuts to black
Nothing mattered in the first place
There's no meaning please just burn, your, grace.
Nothing mattered in the first place
Bladed limbs I might just earn my grave
I might just earn my f*cking grave, uh