Over the Garden Wall
Through the cracks in the wall, I watched the black mold grow
Nothing would stop the spread, the ground starts to tremble below
Drenched in thoughts so unnerving
Tighten the grip around my neck, pain evolves
I finally forget
Doused in bleach
Suicide of the mind
Just to feel relief
Everlasting, the stress refuses to leave
Only consuming
Doused in gasoline
Will I burn for the things I've seen?
Neglect the need to be heard
Silence speaks
Boarded up the windows to block out the lights
I tried to hide from the world I built until it died
Overgrown like a vine
Rooted into the hands of the clock
Killing time
Am I just unwell these days?
I'm not myself
And it feels like I'll never change
Too late for me
Nothing's healing the hurt, only worsens the pain
I led myself to be slaughtered here
Killed by my own knife
Suicide of the mind
I led myself to be slaughtered here
Killed by apathy
Could never see things clear
Is there a meaning to this?
Am I just unwell these days?
I'm not myself
And it feels like I'll never change
Too late for me
Nothing's healing the hurt
Am I just unwell these days?
I'm not myself
And it feels like I'll never change
Too late for me
Nothing's healing the hurt, only worsens the pain
Overgrown like a vine
Rooted into the hands of the clock
Killing time
Nothing would stop the spread, the ground starts to tremble below
Drenched in thoughts so unnerving
Tighten the grip around my neck, pain evolves
I finally forget
Doused in bleach
Suicide of the mind
Just to feel relief
Everlasting, the stress refuses to leave
Only consuming
Doused in gasoline
Will I burn for the things I've seen?
Neglect the need to be heard
Silence speaks
Boarded up the windows to block out the lights
I tried to hide from the world I built until it died
Overgrown like a vine
Rooted into the hands of the clock
Killing time
Am I just unwell these days?
I'm not myself
And it feels like I'll never change
Too late for me
Nothing's healing the hurt, only worsens the pain
I led myself to be slaughtered here
Killed by my own knife
Suicide of the mind
I led myself to be slaughtered here
Killed by apathy
Could never see things clear
Is there a meaning to this?
Am I just unwell these days?
I'm not myself
And it feels like I'll never change
Too late for me
Nothing's healing the hurt
Am I just unwell these days?
I'm not myself
And it feels like I'll never change
Too late for me
Nothing's healing the hurt, only worsens the pain
Overgrown like a vine
Rooted into the hands of the clock
Killing time
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Roetter, Zachary Evan Pishney, Cody Cavanaugh, Roman Garcia
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