It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything at all
When I turn to myself I find that I’m sinking in hell
So I turn to the world, to the grinding of gears, yet there is only pain
We haven’t stood still in years
How long until we collapse?
Will it ever happen at all?
Will we be faced with all our mistakes when we leave this world?
I can feel the regret growing inside me like a cyst
I know you know you are dying to feel something real
Maybe you can prove that to something before our legs start to give
Maybe you can take all the pain, and you can take all of the fear You can turn to the void and make sure something can hear you
Sorted simply into will to work, and if you step out of line then you get left behind
The writing’s been on the wall for so long, I fear we no longer know what’s wrong
How can we find our way, when all the time were allotted to see is spent recovering from the week to week?
I think I might be slipping. I’m ending. Descending
You know, and I know, this only ends one way
We are going to die, so why are we holding on?
Let go
When I turn to myself I find that I’m sinking in hell
So I turn to the world, to the grinding of gears, yet there is only pain
We haven’t stood still in years
How long until we collapse?
Will it ever happen at all?
I can feel the regret growing inside me like a cyst
Maybe you can prove that to something before our legs start to give
Maybe you can take all the pain, and you can take all of the fear You can turn to the void and make sure something can hear you
The writing’s been on the wall for so long, I fear we no longer know what’s wrong
How can we find our way, when all the time were allotted to see is spent recovering from the week to week?
I think I might be slipping. I’m ending. Descending
We are going to die, so why are we holding on?
Let go
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