Limbo
Drowning
Drowning
Drowning
Drowning
Nothingness is a world of lies
Runneth over has your cup become
It wanes
The memory shall never be the same
It's coming to your home
And now you're running out of hope
I know you don't want to admit
But pretty soon you're gonna have to
Break down some walls
Shake the doubt off
Break down some walls
Become what you strive for
I can relate with your struggle
We share the same pathway in life
Be as it may, I know the truth
I hope that you find peace and youth
A tome of existence
The penance of truth
Suffering blindly
In the fountain of youth
Technology blinds us
To who we really are
The world around us
Has come ajar
I know there's gotta be something better
To get away from here must be the only answer
The only answer
Help me
Help me out
Help me
Help me out
The funny thing about life
Is that it's too short
Spend the whole time working
Just to sit when we're old
I'm tired
I'm weak
I'm sad
Don't speak
No more freedom
No more time
No more reasons
No more life
We are searching for something that doesn't exist
Time is marching towards the black abyss
It's coming to your home
You're running out of hope
I know you don't want to admit but
Pretty soon you're gonna have to quit
Help me
Help me out
Help me
Help me out
Drowning
Drowning
Drowning
Drowning
Drowning
Drowning
Drowning
Deceased
Drowning
Drowning
Drowning
Nothingness is a world of lies
Runneth over has your cup become
It wanes
The memory shall never be the same
It's coming to your home
And now you're running out of hope
I know you don't want to admit
But pretty soon you're gonna have to
Break down some walls
Shake the doubt off
Break down some walls
Become what you strive for
I can relate with your struggle
We share the same pathway in life
Be as it may, I know the truth
I hope that you find peace and youth
A tome of existence
The penance of truth
Suffering blindly
In the fountain of youth
Technology blinds us
To who we really are
The world around us
Has come ajar
I know there's gotta be something better
To get away from here must be the only answer
The only answer
Help me
Help me out
Help me
Help me out
The funny thing about life
Is that it's too short
Spend the whole time working
Just to sit when we're old
I'm tired
I'm weak
I'm sad
Don't speak
No more freedom
No more time
No more reasons
No more life
We are searching for something that doesn't exist
Time is marching towards the black abyss
It's coming to your home
You're running out of hope
I know you don't want to admit but
Pretty soon you're gonna have to quit
Help me
Help me out
Help me
Help me out
Drowning
Drowning
Drowning
Drowning
Drowning
Drowning
Drowning
Deceased
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Judd, Joshua Taylor
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