Time neglects these wounds that need addressing 
Harbors any attempt at slow progression 
How do I keep a restraint on my aggression? 
Cause i’ve grown tired of suppressing the way that I feel


Kill the ache 
ease the pain 
level the blade 
free my mistakes 
Take me away 


Regressing fast is a slow defeat 
this illness killing off the better parts of me 
Bound by my medications 
They keep me alive 
In a world run by greed 
Can I afford to live? 
Will i get by? 
Will i get by? 
Thousands to keep me breathing 
Zero to just let me die 


When I was younger, that’s when I truly lived,
I can’t help but to fall back on the memories, how they all faded and now that part just feels dead to me, I know i’m fighting a losing battle that never really seemed to belong to me


Kill the ache 
ease the pain 
level the blade 
free my mistakes 
Take me away 


Only 23, but half my life is spent 
if you’re not rich in health 
You may as well be dead 
nobody tells you there’s no room for the diseased 
collapsing beneath a world run by greed 
you’ve taken everything 
Why let me be free? 

Struggle in silence, I can’t be seen 
Thousands to keep me breathing 
Zero to just let me die