Lost
Lost control
Lost and gone
Gone astray
Don’t know where to go
Like I was wrong
All along
Only doubt
Acting out
Everything I knew is false

I’ll waste it all tomorrow
Tomorrow I’ll be gone
Aiming lower, even lower
Nothing, nothing but trouble
In the void, I will follow
Tomorrow I’ll be done
Aiming lower, always lower
Enjoy my own nature

Take it lying down
To breakdown
I need the pain
The mark of cain
As an open vein
It happened again
Fake
Fake every smile
Snake in the grass
At a loss for any pledge
At any cost near the edge
Maybe I was wrong all along
Maybe if this is where I belong
Come hell or high water
Do it like a self-harmer