My days have turned to grey.
Somewhere, somehow, I've gonne astray.
Each time I wake up I wonder,
why the hell I'm torn a**under.
The hours pa**, the clock is ticking.
I look around, no point in tricking myself
into thinking there is something else.
I search for a way to unexist.
And see with dead eyes a way to unexist.
I scrape and dig, inside is nothing.
I'm just a whirlwhind, and I'm stuck spinning.
I need no enemy.
I break my own way
I loose myself in my poisonous embrace.
I can look into my own eyes,
and see no sparkle, no point in moving on.
Just a sickness, to which I am a pawn.
This parasite stuck inside me,
this hunger ever present