I’m so tired, so uninspired.
I just cannot feel a thing and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.
The apathy is getting the best of me.
I grow more weary every passing day.
I need to find my strength, I need to make a change, but I just don’t care anymore.
I don’t know what I have in store for me.
I just feel like I’m useless, inflicted by disease.
I want to die, I want to feel alive, but I just can’t shake this feeling that is stuck inside my mind.
They used to always tell me just to give it some time, now I’m twelve years fucking deep into pretending that I’m fine.
Death is just a black hole drawing closer every day.
I’m compromised by irrational thoughts inside my brain.
I feel as if I am slowly rotting away, but I’ve embraced my fate.
This world was made for the righteous.
This world was not made for me.
I just want to fucking feel.
I just want to feel.
I just want to feel like I am worth something to you.
End the pain.
if this album is anything, its incredibly well rounded.
choosing to step off the gas a little bit in favor of a notably more polished sound.
I dont dig it as much as psycho, but I'd be a liar if I said this is isn't a radical improvement in quality. MyNameIsRedundant