Текст песни
Malice growing of its own volition
I can feel the doubt that's creeping in
Too much to bear
Broken promise to myself I can't fix
Swear I'd change the narrative I wrote
Just turn the page
And every night I lie awake avoiding what's to be
A sinking feeling, doubt is washing over me
Not dissolution, just suspension of my fear
These shallow metaphors are making things come clear
Face down in the coldest place
The bitter end calling my embrace
My embrace
Chaotic self-expression
I've become too comfortable with leaning into fallacies I've spun
It gets too much
And every night I lie awake avoiding what's to be
A sinking feeling, doubt is washing over me
Not dissolution, just suspension of my fear
These shallow metaphors are making things come clear
Making things come clear
Things to come clear
Breathless, ice cold in this glacier
I speak to my reflection
Pleading with disaster
For carried pain to expel the thoughts I know worsen
My state of mind and stop me from simply falling from the greatest of heights
The greatest of heights
Have I learned nothing from years gone by?
So complicated
It's all too much