used up words
eyes empty glow
so close to breakdown
but unable to show

strange interruptions
competing to release
what they say is just
a part of the disease

praying and begging
for the truth to be lies
cause nothing ever helps
cause everybody dies

vivid frequences strong
enough to take away
all I ever fought for
a meaningful day

things close to consolation
all there is to take and give
but how precios is it all,
when it's not enough to live?