Consume

I hear You calling
And I hate this feels like home
Make my bed in the bottom of the sea
And suffocate me

I can't seem to get ahold of this place that I'm in
Have I lost my grip on reality
I'm getting sick of being stuck on repeat

Everyone's losing sight and I'm just losing sleep
So take these hands, and turn them into tools
'Cause this way of life is not what I need
I'm tired of this black and white state of mind
Throw my limbs in the sea, throw them into the sea
I don't need them anymore

Throw these bones in the water
And watch me sink
I'll find you sitting on the sand

Are we all on our own
I'm getting sick of being stuck on repeat
Are we all on our own

Everybody's looking for a way out
But no one wants to be fixed
Where is the way out
We're all looking for a way out
But no one wants to be fixed

Throw these bones in the water
And watch me sink
I'll find you sitting on the sand



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