Crawling through piles of shattered glass
My flesh consumes
Waiting for the fucking collapse

I'll always be clinging to death
Where the grief is a vulture that circles inside my head
It's only nothingness
Where I dissolve while I wait for the end
Wait for the end

So when I feel no relief, do I suffer for nothing?

I want to see how deep the wound goes
I want to reach past the dark where the light never gets close
I crave an emptiness that only silence can offer me
Offer me

If there's a place where the quiet devours me whole
Is it self-preservation to kill every feeling of hope?
The truth is, I'm sick of feeling sorry for myself
I'm so sick of wishing I could be anywhere else
Where the quiet devours me whole

So if I feel no relief, do I suffer for nothing?
A human effigy that just waits for the pendulum to swing
With infinite eyes
Always staring back at me

I want to see how deep the wound goes
I want to reach past the dark where the light never gets close
I crave an emptiness that only silence can offer me
I wanted death, but it won't claim me yet
I want to feed on the dirt until I just forget I exist
My flesh consumes what can't be removed
What can't be removed

Crawling through piles of shattered glass
Where the quiet devours me whole
Go!