Under this [bad word] weight, I'm sinking
It never goes away, the thinking
Echoes in empty rooms decaying
Alone to face the rest of me

So long sentiment
It doesn't matter now

What the [bad word] is wrong with me?
Why am I torturing myself?
Inhaling all these memories
Like a breath of fire sent from [bad word] 
Lead in my gut, not in my spine
I feel distracted all the time
Well lucky me I'm finally all alone
I'll miss you

So long sentiment
It doesn't matter now

What the [bad word] is wrong with me?
Why am I torturing myself?
Fixated on these memories
Like a prisoner inside a cell

With nothing useful to say and no one to listen to it
Filling the deep with the pain, I slowly sink into it
Consider questionable things to try to get me through it
I've tried to push it away but I always give into it
Long for the taste of the rain that finally helps subdue it
And washes this all away

Under this [bad word] weight, I'm sinking
It never goes away, the thinking
Echoes in empty rooms are saying
"Time to erase the rest of me"