Genre: Technical Death Metal/ Deathcore

Is this the end?
Hands tied to this sinking ship
Release what's left of you
Reveal who you [bad word] are
Your [bad word] and passionate existence
This world is a cold hard place
These chains are thick as [bad word] 
They hurt and cut you open
They hurt and bleed you dry
Daily contribution to a system
In which you do not fit
Feeling of deception and being useless
I swear I've been there too
Wish I could have showed you the way and have been there for you
Cause sometimes all you really need is something you can hold on to
I know this taste stuck in your mouth
I know this apathy too well
Just like the sight of your open wrist. It's forever stuck in my head
For years I thought I was safe from this
But you prove me once again
There is no way out
Sometimes all you need
Is something to hold on to
And years, thinking I was safe...
But the sight of the blood [bad word] out of your wrist
Is yet another failure
Sometimes all you need is something to hold on to
For years that thing for me was you