Iron Teeth
Bury the capsule of my doubt
I find myself staring through the window into the thick fog inside of my home
And it's haunting me, it's calling me beckoning me to walk further into the trees
And I find there's no such thing as the word "hope" here
Now I'm digging my way out, does it get better, does it get better than this?
You burst in my room, anger is filled in the palm of your fist
Waking up with a black eye, yeah, like everything's just fine
'Til the morning brings dust and I fade into my own hell
I swear time stood for a second and showed me everything
What it means to be alive and for what it means to kill myself
Some days it gets better, most days it's just worse
Until I find out I've hated myself all along
The rope just pulls back
Pressure builds as my neck just snaps
Is this life? Is this it? Fuck, I'm sick of it
Repeating and repeating until the tide just swallows me whole
The rat king relapsed
I don't think I will get me back
Is this life? Is this it? Fucking kill me now
Circling and circling until this hell is all that I found
Even though our eyes had seen so much heartache
We had so much faith that this journey would show us the world in which we loved
But all I'm left with is this hollow, empty room
Which chills my bones 'til they freeze
I find my soul no longer lingers in this room
'Cause it hates the feeling of knowing that someone is going to die
Now I'm digging my way out, does it get better, does it get better than this?
You burst in my room, anger is filled in the palm of your fist
Waking up with a black eye, yeah, like everything's just fine
'Til the morning brings dust and I fade into my own hell
I swear time stood for a second and showed me everything
What it means to be alive and for what it means to kill myself
Some days it gets better, most days it's just worse
Until I find out I've hated myself all along
The rope just pulls back
Pressure builds as my neck just snaps
Is this life? Is this it? Fuck, I'm sick of it
Repeating and repeating until the tide just swallows me whole
The rat king relapsed
I don't think I will get me back
Is this life? Is this it? Fucking kill me now
Circling and circling until this hell is all that I found
I find myself staring through the window into the thick fog inside of my home
And it's haunting me, it's calling me beckoning me to walk further into the trees
And I find there's no such thing as the word "hope" here
Now I'm digging my way out, does it get better, does it get better than this?
You burst in my room, anger is filled in the palm of your fist
Waking up with a black eye, yeah, like everything's just fine
'Til the morning brings dust and I fade into my own hell
I swear time stood for a second and showed me everything
What it means to be alive and for what it means to kill myself
Some days it gets better, most days it's just worse
Until I find out I've hated myself all along
The rope just pulls back
Pressure builds as my neck just snaps
Is this life? Is this it? Fuck, I'm sick of it
Repeating and repeating until the tide just swallows me whole
The rat king relapsed
I don't think I will get me back
Is this life? Is this it? Fucking kill me now
Circling and circling until this hell is all that I found
Even though our eyes had seen so much heartache
We had so much faith that this journey would show us the world in which we loved
But all I'm left with is this hollow, empty room
Which chills my bones 'til they freeze
I find my soul no longer lingers in this room
'Cause it hates the feeling of knowing that someone is going to die
Now I'm digging my way out, does it get better, does it get better than this?
You burst in my room, anger is filled in the palm of your fist
Waking up with a black eye, yeah, like everything's just fine
'Til the morning brings dust and I fade into my own hell
I swear time stood for a second and showed me everything
What it means to be alive and for what it means to kill myself
Some days it gets better, most days it's just worse
Until I find out I've hated myself all along
The rope just pulls back
Pressure builds as my neck just snaps
Is this life? Is this it? Fuck, I'm sick of it
Repeating and repeating until the tide just swallows me whole
The rat king relapsed
I don't think I will get me back
Is this life? Is this it? Fucking kill me now
Circling and circling until this hell is all that I found
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