Vacant Home Video (MV)

I may just have created enemies I could never really outrun
I'm now their crop to harvest
They're the ones that acquired my goddamn spine

And my desire to get back up
I'm already starting to feel so sick and tired of being constantly broken

Negative
It's like I try to believe
That all my demons are not quite done with me

Whispers
That might just be the wind
But I make a whole argument about it
A whole conversation about nothing
About nothing at all

Focusing on everything that's grey around me
Or black regardless if I open or I shut my eyelids
But what about every colour
And every pigment in between
But what about these other tints that aren't as negative

Blinded by this stupid masquerade
Victories appeared to be nothing but a dream
Now that vacancy has taken the place of almost everything

Like people are walking slowly just because they're treading on me
Is it just me or everything's moving at a funeral pace
Enough of pouring salt in my self inflicted wounds
Just so you know I'm not a letdown
It's just harder for me for reasons I cannot define
I guess bad choices lead to shameful feelings

On the other hand I know I'm not crazy
It's alright to feel like shit in a world so colorless
And it's okay if I don't have the answers
This could only mean that it's time to ask the proper questions

Focusing on everything that's grey around me
Or black regardless if I open or I shut my eyelids
But what about every colour
And every pigment in between
But what about these other tints that aren't as negative

Negative
It's like a try to believe
All my demons are not done with me