Sick of hearing whispers in the dark
Harmonize the ticking of the clock
Lived my whole life with this sickness
Losing fear of death, living reckless
How much longer can I face my demons alone
When all I feel is cold
Excuses wearing thin
The reaper's arms look so comforting
Just give it time, that's what everyone said
But every morning brings me closer to a hole in my head
A slave to depression
Indefinite pain
Slave to carnal desires and anxiety
I'll face the truth
And tie my own noose
Pray for happiness
But death will probably come first
If I Endure the pain
I'll live in agony
And die in vain
But If I die on my knees
At least I'll finally find peace
Feed my ashes to the dirt
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Sick of hearing whispers in the dark
Harmonize the ticking of the clock
Lived my whole life with this sickness
Losing fear of death, living reckless
How much longer can I face my demons alone
When all I feel is cold
Excuses wearing thin
The reaper's arms look so comforting
Just give it time, that's what everyone said
But every morning brings me closer to a hole in my head
A slave to depression
Indefinite pain
Slave to carnal desires and anxiety
I'll face the truth
And tie my own noose
Pray for happiness
But death will probably come first
If I Endure the pain
I'll live in agony
And die in vain
But If I die on my knees
At least I'll finally find peace
Feed my ashes to the dirt
Harmonize the ticking of the clock
Lived my whole life with this sickness
Losing fear of death, living reckless
How much longer can I face my demons alone
When all I feel is cold
Excuses wearing thin
The reaper's arms look so comforting
Just give it time, that's what everyone said
But every morning brings me closer to a hole in my head
A slave to depression
Indefinite pain
Slave to carnal desires and anxiety
I'll face the truth
And tie my own noose
Pray for happiness
But death will probably come first
If I Endure the pain
I'll live in agony
And die in vain
But If I die on my knees
At least I'll finally find peace
Feed my ashes to the dirt
Writer: Chase Watts, J Bowles, Ryan Heidt
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.