1617: III. Underworld (feat. Giovanni Staricco)

Fine, what do you want from me?
You want me to make some sense but
Look I've tried and I end up

Causing a storm, I mess up
Watching the ground fall under us
Even still I stand up
To house the burden of no love

Trapped
In my own sick underworld, I'm
Caught between the chains of my own mind
When I'm too gone to even realize I am

Blind
Of how to break out of this mess
No one can give me a helping hand
Transparent to the world around myself I

Fall, so deep but I'm
Far too weak to
Find out where to go
Help, cause I don't know

Is it too late, to
Give me a fighting chance?
Trapped in the underworld

So I say, "well hey I guess I can't make
Amends with all my demons," say
"No end, to trouble that I cause"
Rewrite the story, but don't get far

Stuck in the same old writer's block
Don't even know what I want
Can't even understand
Drowning in quicksand

Infinitesimally finite
The words between the lines I write
They just look like black lines
It's the light, can't be my eyesight

I'm blind, I know for what it's worth
Can't trust the world, cause it hurts
Burns to the core like Mother Earth
Suffering seeing me

Fall, so deep but I'm
Far too weak to
Find out where to go
Help, cause I don't know

Is it too late, to
Give me a fighting chance?
Trapped in the underworld

I fall, so deep but I'm
Far too weak to
Find out where to go
Help, cause I don't know

Is it too late, to
Give me a fighting chance?
Trapped in the underworld