I've reached the point of living
Where my music turns to noise
It may not be all I'm giving
But it seems I have no choice
I'm too tired to contain it
From the winding path ahead
Too tired to run from the existential dread

Another year is passing
While another takes its place
Spending minutes in the mirror
Looking at a broken face
Growing older as I'm asking
When the pain will leave my head
Unable to hide from the existential dread

Insanity consuming
That which I have come to be
So harshly unassuming
Of the fate bestowed to me
Thrashing wildly in the darkness
In a silence cold and dead
Too frightened to scream through the existential dread

A twisted repetition
Too abhorrent to escape
This hell's become my home now
Cruel depression taking shape
Damn this downward inner spiral
Its wicked fires burning red
Ensnaring my mind in the existential dread
It's time to truly face it
I will let the dread set in
As I'm starting to embrace it
The recovery begins

With the stories I've encountered
And the paths I've yet to tread
There's no turning back