[Verse]
Writing letters that I'm sending off without an address
I can't find another way to get it off of my chest
I got everybody and nobody at the same time
Keep saying that I'm trying my best
And it's a terrible lie I'm convinced to believe
And a terrible life that I'm itching to leave
It's too much of a lie for me to stop now
But it's only getting worse from here
Oh, tragedy, I'm glad to see my problems are paying off
But I would rather end it happily
Than have to play it off forever
In a quiet place I dig my grave
And listen to my own songs
I'll look up to everybody as the devil signs along, oh