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a song about depression and being at one's lowest possible point in life
lyrics
Your eyes were a stygian blue.
I had no idea what a touch could do.
I got drunk off of you.
But our dissonance still rings through because the iron in my blood will rust whenever you look at me.
You are my tetanus, my disease, the reason I choke whenever I breathe.
I wanted to be left alone, not feel so fucking lonely.
There’s no respite from this sickness.
Not a minute to catch your breath.
Not a morsel of integrity to shield you from your death.
Not a thought left to be spoken, not another word is heard.
You make me wish I was broken.
I remember what it feels like to burn with an obnoxious guise, your selfish lies and your opinions seen through someone else’s eyes when the thought of fitting in is worse than having to live through it all over again.
There’s no respite from depression.
Not a minute to catch your breath.
Another day, another session, this nightmare has left me for dead.
I’m never fucking satisfied, I’m feeling pretty dead inside.
Each step I take is another scab picked wide.
I’m never happy anymore. I’m sick all through my very core.
It stems from all the prejudice I bore.
I don’t write as much anymore.
I’m ashamed of all the scars I bore from trying to steer myself away from war.
I was the brat that everyone beat on.
I’m still as indistinct as a yawn.
Would anyone really notice if I were gone?
Broken hearts can still beat fine but the pulse is erratic and decimates pride.
I’ve been told I’ll be fine, that I just need to give it time, but no one can see the agony that I try so hard to hide.
And when your demons live inside, you become terrified of your own mind.
A part of me has died.
“The light has gone out of my life.” - Theodore Roosevelt
credits
from False Sense of Security,
released November 29, 2014
Audio sample from "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" (1975)
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