It's 4 a.m. again
Father, forgive me this sin [bad word] in this life, yeah
I can't put down this knife, yeah

I'm carving words in my arms, baby
Hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand
This isn't what I had planned

I need relief from this life
I wanna slip away into the night
Don't wanna see the sun again,
But can't get swallowed up
By this tragic whirlwind
I wish the ocean was warm
I feel like drowning

I'm losing my faith in me
I can't remember the last time I felt free
from voices inside my head
When I taste liberation,
They just feed me fear instead

You say I'm out of control,
At least I still have a soul
No, I don't need your advice [bad word] would be nice

I need relief from this life
I wanna slip away into the night
Don't wanna see the sun again,
But can't get swallowed up
By this tragic whirlwind
I wish the ocean was warm
I feel like drowning

I can't take any more of your pills
They hold my head up,
But still it feels so wrong
I can't believe the price that I've paid
for this chemically-induced, perceivably ideal,
take-it-with-a-glass-of-water day

I need relief from this life
I wanna slip away into the night
Don't wanna see the sun again,
But can't get swallowed up
By this tragic whirlwind
I wish the ocean was warm
I feel like drowning