i think i finally feel it setting in
save me from this living hell
this heart an empty shell
this mind a shallow prison
that all hope is fleeting?
when there's nothing left?
i've become the hand that feeds
making a habit of feigning misery
i have lived so many lives that i cannot fucking tell which one is mine anymore
until there's nothing left
i think i finally feel it setting in
save me from this living hell
now that i can't give it up
one in the same with no identity
until there's nothing left
until there's nothing left
there's nothing fucking left!