Something wrong inside of me
A stomachache of tragedy
Can’t tell if I'm cursed or chronically ill
There’s so much inside of me I'm trying to kill
I'm trying to kill

Woe and misery have followed me
Sorrows, periphery is choking me
Will I ever leave behind the exquisite pain?
Hope intrinsically is lost on me

My insomnia waves and sleeping through the days
Make me look like I'm fine, that’s nothing but a lie
Eating to fill my flesh and starving myself
Have got me looking in good health, but I still don’t feel my best

What I told myself was a pilgrimage
Is nothing short of a severance
You can tell from my pure grim image
That I am only alive for reverence

Woe and misery have followed me
Sorrows, periphery is choking me
Will I ever leave behind the exquisite pain?
Hope intrinsically is lost on me

Despite the uncompromising pain
I'm still so scared of death, so scared of death
The only difference between
A rut and a grave is the depth

Woe and misery have followed me
Sorrows, periphery is choking me
Will I ever leave behind the exquisite pain?
Hope intrinsically is lost on me