These chains are chains of will
I will not brake-I don't know how...

I'm not supposed to be alive,
But I have no will to die...

You could fix this growing head ache
This growing strain...

The hand has come to help me up,
Into a carriage to drive me away...

If these words had a clear meaning
Likely it would seem it'd be negative...

Coming down slowly,
I touch the ground...

The pain by your hands
Chiseled in like engraved thoughts...

If I died for you
Would you spit on my corpse...

I call you on the phone
Begging to end my life...

It hangs over my head
The solution's just out of reach...

Hate me like I've never been
Hurt me with the words you send...

Held back
The release will come...