Yourself, nothing but anothers thoughts.
Scratching for another hit.
Myself, the one that used to stick around,
When there was no one left when no one cared.

I bet you're fucking scarred for life,
Over everything that we have seen.
Hopeless days and bloodshot eyes,
Every night when you realize,
that what youre searching for is too hard to find.

The soul is such an unreachable fantasy.
Without slaughter of your present state of mind.
You'll go on living a cheap imitated lie.

Driven by the opinions of all those who dont matter.
Motivated by the pleasure of finding a flaw.
In everybody else's face.
Identity is losing ground with addiction and despair.

They're all waiting for you to crumble and fall to your knees.
The conditions of this world are so far from the american dream.
Basing our lives on serving our slavemaker,
Just to achieve nothing but dependance on our own.

So fuck all these rules that imprison who we are.
We are free,
Lets turn the fucking tables and see,
How you like to be stepped on.

My blood has packed its bags and left the stream,
If only head and heart could fucking compromise.
We'd only be invincible we'd never be the same.

Take down that glass of reality,
And feast upon personal failure.
But don't feel alone we've all failed ourselves.

Our hands are numb from worthlessness.
You are the weight that holds us down.
We are redefining self destruction,
And all emotion dies along with us.

But... from now on I'll live my life now by what it is I claim to be.
I'm better off shutting down,
And letting ignorance kill instinct.
Our singularity is nowhere to be found.

My life Is spent,
Waiting on your hand.
When I was the only one,
Who stopped and cared for you.

Once you were gone,
I started over again,
But you came back to finish what you started with me.
But it's too late, its too close to the end.
You have no idea what its like to be me.

Hopeless days and hopeless nights.
You have no idea, You have no idea.
Hopeless days and bloodshot eyes.
Base our lives on serving our slavemaker.