A life spent performing for the walls mocking my confinement
Every glance- a dagger through the clock
We all know the assignment
Watch the seconds bleed through the hands of time
Using my bones to dig a grave
A sacrifice to the aphotic mind
Committed to blind consignment
Still hanging from the same rope
Nothing's changed but the feelings I have
In my dreams they repeat like the meaning of insanity
What's the purpose when this feels like the end?
But the struggles they yield no comfort in my own decay
Still I stay in my meaningless crusade
Till the day that I finally engrain
All my pain
On these walls while I fight for my breath
In the end
In the end, what's left is just a noble death
(I'd rather dig my grave than spend my days making blueprints for a world that won't exist)
Still clinging to the same hope
The will is buried but the body carries on
While it pleads to defeat the uncertainties
Still no meaning just a worthless f*ck
I'm still hanging from the same rope
Nothings changed except the feelings that I have
In my dreams they repeat like the meaning of insanity
What's the purpose when I know that all my dreams are
Twisted reveries
With no regards to what could never be
Misshapen memories
Blurring the lines of reality
Death rattle melodies echo
Through the hollowness of all my soul
Fearing I'll die unworthy of all my suffering
Still meaningless as I return to dust
In the end it's just a noble death
In the end what's left is a noble death
The will was buried, the body carried on
In the end it's just another death