i bottled up and drank the pain but it wouldn't stay down
now i've got nothing to give
nothing to say for myself
i'm nothing more than worm food six feet under the ground
my stomach's starting to bleed
i don't believe in salvation but i believe in demons
and i'll let you meet mine
if you really want to see them
once you go mad and slip through the cracks
the path is too dark to see the tracks
i was consumed by the dark
i made a deal with the devil i can't take back
what's the fucking point in any of this?
if when we make it to the grave everyone just forgets
what's the fucking point in any of this?
if when we make it to the grave no one gives a shit
there's no more good left in me
and i hope that you never meet
this person that i've become
this ugly fucking disease
and i can finally breathe