930 (feat. Jaycob Page)

Take your hope and hold it close for me
I’ll stay inside this hole
Try to listen, you won’t get me
Keep your words and your fucking envy
I would refrain from using blasphemy
Because you know that the devil is listening
Only find peace when I’m six feet underneath
I’ll play my part while you slowly watch me leave
I am no longer here
Feeding it into me
No one can set me free
Just give me relief
Manufactured sense of love
Fabricated in my blood
Pull me out, fucking help
Don’t tell me how the fuck I feel
Take your hell, hold it dear
When I die I hope you care
Forgive me for the pain I've become
I long to feel now that I am numb
Take it away from me
Sick of living diseased
I am my enemy
So fucking bury me
I feel it coming
It’s uncanny because
The fact that I’m still alive is a miracle
WATCH MY MISTAKES
BURY ME ALIVE