No interest to breathe

Heart too numb to beat

Too late to resuscitate the living dead

Hasn't slept in days

Drunk, hallucinates

And for a moment everything seems worthwhile

Unplugging from it all

Waiting for the fall to end it all

So frustrated and long-gone to a bitter place

He never made it

Painted his yesterdays with songs of suicide

Buried alive

Tired and jaded of the hell he can't erase

They never faded away

Those empty days he never could abide

Buried alive

Feeling less and less

Safe in loneliness

Self-esteem drowned in a bottle

Dressed in apathy

Flushed out sanity

The countdown of his days is down to zero

Letting go of it all

Waiting for the fall to end it all