Shitty Crowd of Ghosts

I cant even play my guitar because any kind of music reminds me
That its empty playing to a shitty crowd of ghosts

Is there ay point to this we're all walking bags of meat
Walking through this useless life not knowing what there is to see

Sometimes i feel like giving in
I wish i had the guts
But ill have to disguise this pain
By saying i dont give a fuck

Any fucking minor key gives this shell a shake
Ill cut off this lonely rope because i always make mistakes

I cant afford to lose this
I am shaking and alone
Even though i know someday it ends
I cant find my way home

It's all inevitable
I see flashes of life
Before we come to
Blackness darkner than night

Whats the purpose
I need some courage
To speed up the process
Of awaiting my death
I cant see light in the future
Im held by suture

No hope, just fear
My broken hands cant heal my ears
From hearing too much
A failure to crunch
The numbers of my happiness
It is lost