Like a parasite leeching on other's lives
This is how he's always survived
Reaching out for love in all directions
The trench in his soul grows deeper
His life rejecting him
The hollowness grows bigger and bigger
A void that consumes him, sitting in a crowded room
He can't connect with a single person
Is it just an illusion? Blank stares from everyone around
They don't give him the satisfaction (Satisfaction)
The pain of being next to a person galaxies apart
What is it that makes him different?
Maybe he doesn't have a heart
Feeling like a parasite leeching on other's lives
Thriving on the existence of others is how he survives
Help me, help me, help me
He hears it repeated but he doesn't know what it is (He needs)
He needs help with, in his own life and his own mind (And his own mind)
A vortex of hopelessness is destroying what's left of his time
He is the spectator of his own life
As his pa**es by and the hook is set too deep to try
He's dug his own grave, so f** it; why lie?
He watches as the years pa** him by but nothing changes
Close the book, he's ready to die
He's dug his own grave and said goodbye
He's ready to die tonight
He's ready to die, he's ready to die
He's ready to die tonight
He's ready to die, he's ready to die