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