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letra de the depressing one - synakill

everything so desolate and barren, everything is empty
i don’t know where i am, did my own mind forget me?
is this purgatory? am i at the end of my story?
floating alone in sp-ce, with absolutely nothing before me
all there is for me, floating out alone in the void
it’s so d-mn boring, can’t see anything, hear no noise
no words to this story, there’s nothing to describe
everything feels so empty inside, leaving nothing to write
become so numb that hurts, so cold that burns
the existential horror in the depths of nothing is absurd
only so many letters, entwined in infinite words
depressed threads strung together to fill out another verse
it’s a curse, no ink in the pen, write in blood from the wrist
a crimson flood, begins to fill this emptiness
the emptiness is infinite, so easy to get lost in it
i am a dead god, left here to rot in it

chorus:
forgottten out here some where in sp-ce
minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days
i watch my decay, i watch myself rot away
no heart beat left, just an empty ribcage
even the memory fades of what it contained
this feels like it’s eternal, and will never end
this feels like it could be over, as quick as it began

verse 2:
man, i’m falling to pieces, left with no clue what to believe in
they say to have faith in myself, but right now? i’m defeated
beaten bruised and bl–dy, n0body could love me, i’m so weak
christ at times i barely have the strength to eat, sleep, or even speak
these drugs begin to peak i can find peace, but it’s fleeting
it’s only a matter of time before i’m back to my wrists bleeding
sure i can do some fun tracks, but then it’s back to suicide screaming
i try and look into the light, but then it’s always back to retreating
i never won this war before, why would it be any different this time?
how longs it gonna take before i just really need to get high?
hows longs it gonna take, before it’s back to the suicide?
tried to get my mind right, but i’m just not tied to this life
i don’t care anymore what’s in store for me, i’m bored of this story
i feel so detached, it’s like i overdosed myself with apathy
heart tainted by the venom that coated the blade that stabbed me
a bitter reminder i’m only falling for a lie if i think that i’m happy

forgottten out here some where in sp-ce
minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days
i watch my decay, i watch myself rot away
no heart beat left, just an empty ribcage
even the memory fades of what it contained
this feels like it’s eternal, and will never end
this feels like it could be over, as quick as it began

- synakill

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