[Taylor Barber]
I’m at the end of my rope
I masked my depression, to make you think I’m not dead (To make you think I'm not dead)
Your gods not the answer to what goes on in my head

Every day is not the picture I’ve painted and now I’m sinking deeper into constant delusion
They say my mind is stronger than I give it credit for
Ready for anything, I don’t know what to believe anymore

Look me dead in my eyes
And you tell me I don’t want to die
When my casket closes will I still feel fucking dead inside?
No, It won’t consume me

But I’ll turn a blind eye so they can never see
But I’ll turn a blind eye so they can never see
I still feel so numb

I can not handle the feeling of being trapped inside my head
(This is the death of me)
Refilling so much horror on a loop inside my head

I can not fade into nothing, when I was never anything from the start
I used to look to you for answers, since you’ve left it’s been so dark

Suffering
What does it mean now feels like I’m suffocating
Refuse the false serotonin my brain is allocating
How do I get out
The only one escaping negate intentions of everyone trying to reshape me

Remember my name
When I become a victim to the sickness
It’s not so hard to go when your agony hits now is it?
I never thought this would spark such a drastic change
So when I die leave my name off the top of my grave
Who the fuck are you to tell me I can’t leave when I want
As days pass I’ll turn into a distant thought
I never wanted this to end like this
But it seems that death can’t help it’s self from grabbing my wrist
Pull me deeper into life like this

I’m at the end of my rope
I masked my depression, to make you think I’m not dead (To make you think I’m not dead)
Your gods not the answer to what goes on in my-

I can not handle the feeling of being trapped inside my head
(This is the death of me)
Refilling so much horror on a loop inside my head
Tired of feeling numb
Can’t ever speak again
I felt the rain for way too long
Tired of feeling numb
Can’t ever speak again
Left by the roadside to die and rot
[Tom Barber]
They say a wise man makes his purpose
With the pain that he’s gained
Now I know that there’s a reason
For this ringing here in me

I will give my pain a purpose
I will forfeit I will abandon
I will wither with the seasons
I can’t give you something to believe in

There is no answer
There is no answer
There is no answer