I'm sick of this hole

I’m a forlorn stone

Walls just cannot be climbed

Pure moss, pure moss

I'm sick of this hole

I'm tired as fuck

Destroyed all castles made of sand

Believe myself strong

Strong enough

Time in the dark is still running

Watches let my fingers rot

Count children crying

Burned women bare

Cell phones alive

My willingness laid up

I’m sick of this hole

I wanna get out

Cross the empty circle

Pure sky, pure sky

So god damn sick of this hole

I'm drowning with mud

Its flooded with overthinking

Still I breathe, and cry

Time in the dark is still running

But I won't let my fingers rot

Feel birds flying

Lot of us loving

I'm rising from this nightmare

Cause I'm not dead

With darkness not even know

I'm granite or diamond

I'm granite or diamond

Please throw me the rope

Please throw me the rope

Please throw me the rope

Please throw me the rope

It might be over soon