Waste Away
Standing at the edge again, looking at the mess I've made
The dissent fills me with grief, holding on to these fractured memories
I thought the sea would drown my sorrow
I thought the rain could wash this pain
I found solace in these vices and it gave into crisis
Piece by piece I fill myself with false relief
In the same old hell
I waste away, waste away a little more every day
Till I disintegrate
So give me more, give me more
Decay that we're all dying for
Till I disintegrate
Running from every decision, I made myself a martyr to self-infliction
Piece by piece I fill myself with false relief
In the same old hell
I waste away, waste away till I disintegrate
I waste away, waste away a little more every day
Till I disintegrate
So give me more, give me more
Decay that we're all dying for
Till I disintegrate
I burned the memory of this sorrow that I carry
Turned it to ash, left it in the past
But it always comes backs
I burned the memory, and it always comes back
I made myself a martyr to self-infliction,
And it left me here
Stuck in this same old hell
I thought the sea would drown my sorrow
I thought the rain could wash this pain
Till I disintegrate
The dissent fills me with grief, holding on to these fractured memories
I thought the sea would drown my sorrow
I thought the rain could wash this pain
I found solace in these vices and it gave into crisis
Piece by piece I fill myself with false relief
In the same old hell
I waste away, waste away a little more every day
Till I disintegrate
So give me more, give me more
Decay that we're all dying for
Till I disintegrate
Running from every decision, I made myself a martyr to self-infliction
Piece by piece I fill myself with false relief
In the same old hell
I waste away, waste away till I disintegrate
I waste away, waste away a little more every day
Till I disintegrate
So give me more, give me more
Decay that we're all dying for
Till I disintegrate
I burned the memory of this sorrow that I carry
Turned it to ash, left it in the past
But it always comes backs
I burned the memory, and it always comes back
I made myself a martyr to self-infliction,
And it left me here
Stuck in this same old hell
I thought the sea would drown my sorrow
I thought the rain could wash this pain
Till I disintegrate
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Writer(s): Christopher Petrof
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