Fallen victim, feel the weight of the world [bad word] the thought of what could have been
Will it end here? Have you given enough?
Did you reach your death bed alive?
Falling further than ever, no more
From victim to killer, forgive you for failing the mentor
Taking over what little is left of you

Your battle called self [bad word] isn't what it used to be
No hope for the disillusioned, so forget what you see
There's not enough here to go around
So unfortunately, you're the one with the shortest straw
And I guess that you is me

Stand and defend, Save the little that's left
Never let the past show regret, break the broken
Given all the remains and take heed from the silence spoken
No room for failure, depends, on a lifeless center
Living, for a shadow of closure
Leaving nothing but the chaos because of you

Your battle called self [bad word] isn't what it used to be
No hope for the disillusioned, so forget what you see
There's not enough here to go around
So unfortunately, you're the one with the shortest straw
And I guess that you is me

No hope for the disillusioned (that you is)
No hope for the disillusioned (that you is)
No hope for the disillusioned (that you is)
No hope for the disillusioned

Your battle called self [bad word] isn't what it used to be
No hope for the disillusioned so forget what you see
There's not enough here to go around
So unfortunately you're the one with the shortest straw
And I guess that you is me

That you is me
That you is me
That you is me