I'm ashamed of what I'm saying
for the very first time
this is a waste of thoughts and breath
you won't learn how words harm
these pathetic plot twists
and the childish backups
engineered by mere survival
never hit my attention
and the day
that the instinct won't be
enough to lead you
to the easiest way out
what will you do?
drift into existence?
feed on somebody's hopes?
blame someone else for you?
yeah, right, misfortune.
Alone, in the shades
your hands clutched
on your chest
the blood stuck
in your dead flesh
and no one
hears you rot
and the day
that the instinct won't be
enough to lead you
to the easiest way out
what will you do?
You'll never break again my voice
you'll never worth another note
i owe you just anxiety
and a lyric drenched in rage
and the awareness of the sides
i hate of myself.