Why am I wasting my days to breathe?

When there are only eyes on the gallows

Waiting to see, trying to feel,

Waiting to start to heal



What could I do to face my fears

When my roots are growing in

I cannot find a way



Every second that I’m with my horrors

Who the fuck took my voice

The remnants of my moving tongue

Every second that I live my life



Times ain’t waiting for us to follow

While the thread is burning out

What is said now will never get done

Under the curse of this world



Every second that I’m with my horrors

Who the fuck took my voice

The remnants of my moving tongue

Every second that I live my life



I learn

To be dead behind the eyes

I learn

To be dead



Times ain’t waiting for us to follow

While the thread is burning out

What is said now will never get done

Under the curse of this fucking world



Am I dead?



Now that I’m wasting my days to breathe

I am disappointed



With broken knees I climb the stairs

Reaching to something behind that wall

So many nails have been scratching the door

But none of them, none of them

With broken knees I climb the stairs

Reaching to something behind that wall

So many nails have been scratching the door

But none of them will find the light