Stinging pain I feel in my soul, killing everything that once made me whole
Stressful thoughts are like a disease, begging amnesty I'm down on my knees


One more melancholy conversation, I bicker with myself again
All these trials and tribulations are making me what I am


These cuts upon my soul I can't deny
My hidden wounds won't heal until I die
The silent desperation you don't see

I feel depressions hand controlling me

For my damage there is no repair, every single word reeking of despair

Walking in the shadow of my own life, memories come back to cut me like a knife
Drowning in a sea of wasted time and space, hopeful thoughts and visions I cannot embrace
Stuck in this void never to be free, trudging through this desert for eternity


One more melancholy conversation, I bicker with myself again
All these trials and tribulations are making me what I am


These cuts upon my soul I can't deny
My hidden wounds won't heal until I die

The silent desperation you don't see
I feel depressions hand controlling me


Sinking into delusion, false visions are all I see
Feeding on mass confusion, my shackled serenity


This punishing bitter existence, beaten down to the point of insanity
These trials you're coming to witness, there is nothing left but anger inside of me
Comatose, all reality failing, emptiness in the reflection I've come to show

For my fate there will be no more waiting, panic is the disease that won't let me go

Mine alone, this burden of fear, if I scream there will be no one to hear

Longing for an end to my wait, the solution always coming too late

One more melancholy conversation, I bicker with myself again

All these trials and tribulations are making me what I am

These cuts upon my soul I can't deny

My hidden wounds won't heal until I die
The silent desperation you don't see
I feel depressions hand controlling me x2