The beginning, you're alone, inside the womb.
And it doesn't get much better from there.
You're born to this world, which is also your tomb.
Sad thing is, most of you don't even care.
Each day fills a page in your whole life's story,
So what's going to be etched on yours?
Today, mine was dark, sad, a little gory.
My pages are struggles, filled with constant wars.
Wars that end in my sleep, but start when I wake.
It's an endless cycle, and I'm sure it won't cease.
I thought you'd be the one to save me, for my own sake,
Yet again, I thought wrong, time to find a new release.
Where do you look, when there's actually nothing there?
Everything in eyesight, it all just looks blood red.
F*** it, f*** you. These thoughts, I can no longer bear,
Tomorrow, there will be no wars, for I'm already dead.
And it doesn't get much better from there.
You're born to this world, which is also your tomb.
Sad thing is, most of you don't even care.
Each day fills a page in your whole life's story,
So what's going to be etched on yours?
Today, mine was dark, sad, a little gory.
My pages are struggles, filled with constant wars.
Wars that end in my sleep, but start when I wake.
It's an endless cycle, and I'm sure it won't cease.
I thought you'd be the one to save me, for my own sake,
Yet again, I thought wrong, time to find a new release.
Where do you look, when there's actually nothing there?
Everything in eyesight, it all just looks blood red.
F*** it, f*** you. These thoughts, I can no longer bear,
Tomorrow, there will be no wars, for I'm already dead.