{Intro]
The days are going from hot to cold, back and forth
I always wonder if that means something
I'm not sure
I guess I'm not really sure of anything
I think I'm curious
Words don't mean anything anymore
(Yo, that's right)

[Verse 1]
What is honesty if truth isn't behind it?
I've been telling people how I see but I truly think they're blinded
And I try to find it in them but then I get reminded
That nothing lasts forever, that is timeless
Been called a "spineless, faggot piece of shit"
Been called "the kindest kid"
Behind it all, I find myself against the law with signs and I rewind this shit
Remember every syllable I fluctuate
Wanna believe in me now? Too bad you're fucking late
Love turned to hate
Now, so I create whatever the voice in my brain is asking me to make
Admit that I have changed, admit that you were right
And admitting is the first step towards suicide
If I end it all right now in an instant, would anybody feel any different?
I haven't made the mark I want to leave
No, I never made a difference
And what if I forget about asking God for forgiveness?
[Verse 2]
If the gates need a key to be opened up in heaven
But the devil leaves his unlocked with his fingers in direction
Pointed at you in your face with mirrored eyes showing reflection
Of yourself and all the hell in your complexion
Then how would we protect him? (Yeah)
Six drugs and rock and roll is all I wanna know
But I can't control the metronome inside my soul
The monster looking through my window got the best of me
Life is always testing me
This will be the death of me

[Outro]
I've used every letter that I've ever learnt to make these words
But, suddenly, I don't know how to make them work
Numbers passing through the insides of my eyelids
And every shape is stuck in the center of my iris
The edges stabbing me where my heart belongs
I feel loved but does that have to mean that my heart is strong?
The melody behind me has to speak for itself
Because without it I think I might need help
Have you ever felt like you've been wide awake for years and days?
I have but today I woke up weird and strange
It's the weirdest thing, wish I could explain more in-depthly
But how can I explain myself if I have never met me?
Files and endless metal cabinets with documented papers that I can pull out like a rabbit
And the black and fabric cap from some magic-having faggot
But the words are strangling me like a fastened, straightened jacket
I'm speechless