Dead Lights

I find comfort knowing that soon I'll be dead and gone.
From the day you were born till the day you
will die you've been blinded by these dead lights.
It's this god damn place that showing me
that my fears and anxiety is slowly killing me.
Everyday is a constant reminder that the
voices I hear are the things that I fear.
That the fire that burns inside is what's keeping me alive.
And I just want it to burn out, cease to exist.
And I just want it to fucking burn out. I've lost touch with myself,
I've lost touch with hope,
I've lost touch with faith, I just can't feel a thing.
And nothing turned out the way that I
wanted it to be and nothing is what it seems.
I look to the past instead of the future.
The further I go the more disconnected I am.
I'll show you how to float,
we all float down here. It's these dead lights that are killing me.
And nothing is what it seems,
and nothing turned out the way that I wanted to be.
I would rather look into these dead
lights then watch myself keep sinking.
I would rather look into these dead
lights then watch the world keep sinking.
Blind me.