It almost feels like we ran away from our yesterdays,
And I'm not sure if I have the strength to remain.
I almost fell over my idiosyncratic memories,
And the only word that made its way through your lips was "sorry".
Do my words mean nothing?
Do my words mean nothing at all?
Do my words mean nothing?
Let's take this to a whole new level of sin!
Deep down in me,
where the chaos dwells.
I set all of my sentinels,
but they never seem to work;
their heads bowed down,
obeying the world outside.
How can I breath this air of suicide?