My empathy is running on empty,

The needles laying down until there's nobody with me,


But ill still stomp the pedal to the floor,


In hopes for a little more.



I've been comin to terms with all the changes that are being made...



I've been thinking that I've been $#&@ed since the day I chose to stay....




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And sometimes I freak out when everything goes wrong.....



And sometimes I resort to stupid %#@! like bongs....



And sometimes I use music to shed light down on.....



And sometimes I sing songs.....



Verse 2:


I get this feeling all my vices
Leave my endeavors all ending in crisis


Assuming that I finish them at all...


Come on move quickly,
Who's coming with me?


A race to the grave
And we're all moving swiftly


Ignoring things that kill us more each day....

Chorus