Curing the itch and a curl in the toes

Dissonance leaving, these curses proposed

Lost in a loop, grinding the days

Still, yet life-like; the perfect decay

Breath on the neck, the chill to decor

Haunting in silence as my eyes meet the floor

Wasting these days has built up in a haze

A failing disgrace of what's left in this place

And you want to wake up this ancient feeling

You want to wake up

Oh so familiar

I keep waking to the sound of nothing

Emptied soul ricocheting my ribs

The panic declines, the dread commences

Towards the built up fences surrounding me

I keep waking to the sound of nothing

I keep waking to the sound of nothing

It's bringing nothing but pain

It's all the same to me

My emptied soul ricocheting, bruising my ribs

The panic declines, the dread commences

Towards the built up fences surrounding me