Something wrong inside of me
A stomach ache of tragedy
Can't tell if I'm cursed or chronically ill
There's so much inside of me I'm trying to kill
I'm trying to kill
Woe and misery have followed me
Sorrow's periphery is choking me
Will I ever leave behind the exquisite pain?
Woe intrinsically is lost on me
My insomnia waves and sleeping through the days
Make me look like I'm fine, that's nothing but a lie
Needing to fill my flesh and starving myself
Have got me looking in good health, but I still don't feel my best
What I told myself was a pilgrimage
It's nothing short of a severance
You can tell from my pilgrim image
That I am only alive for reverence
Woe and misery have followed me
Sorrow's periphery is choking me
Will I ever leave behind the exquisite pain?
Woe intrinsically is lost on me
Despite the uncompromising pain
I'm still so scared of death (So scared of death)
The only difference between
A rut and a grave is the depth
Woe and misery have followed me
Sorrow's periphery is choking me
Will I ever leave behind the exquisite pain?
