So now you try, but the blade is primed to just cut you down again.

To no avail, this fix divine was wrought to do you in

Seemingly endless, beckoning debt

Vacant and nameless, where is the end?

Aching just to endure again sweet loss

Able again to feel

This is real.

Just breathe

Suffer again

Look back

Stand in the wake and breathe

Wait for the end

Fight back

This isn't over.

One single touch will further [bad word] your [bad word] state of mind.

You carve the way for regret to take you further down the line

Seemingly endless, beckoning debt

Vacant and nameless, where is the end?

Aching just to endure again sweet loss

Able again to feel

This is real.

Just breathe

Suffer again

Look back

Stand in the wake and breathe

Wait for the end

Fight back

This isn't over.