Tekster: I'm in a Coffin. Otras Canciones. Wrist Deep in Depression.

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Useless
My thoughts and words
Isolated
So useless

My mind,
It is a pool of blackness
A place of despair and isolation
That I have trapped myself in

Lightless
Hopeless
I stay locked in my mind
Watching the black waters
Lap at the shore I sit on
They call to me
They say I can't escape
They tell me to give in
And let them fill my lungs
I stand at the edge and weep

I wade into the blackness
Until I am wrist-deep in depression
I wade into the cold waters of despair
To let them overtake me