No interest to breathe
Heart too numb to beat
Too late to resuscitate the living dead
Hasn't slept in days [bad word]  hallucinates
And for a moment everything seems worthwhile

Unplugging from it all
Waiting for the fall to end it all

So [bad word] and long gone to a bitter place
He never made it
Painted his yesterdays with songs of suicide
Buried alive

Feeling less and less
Safe in loneliness
Self esteem drowned in a bottle
Dressed in apathy
Flushed out sanity
The countdown of his days is down to zero

Letting go of it all
Waiting for the fall to end it all

So [bad word] and long gone to a bitter place
He never made it
Painted his yesterdays with songs of suicide
Buried alive

Tired and jaded of the [bad word] he can't erase
They never faded away
Those empty days he never could abide
Buried alive

So [bad word] and long gone to a bitter place
He never made it
Painted his yesterdays with songs of suicide
Buried alive
Tired and jaded of the [bad word] he can't erase
They never faded away
Those empty days he never could abide
Buried alive