Shortcut to the grave

Suffocating routine

Too young can't understand it's rotten and obscene

Got a front row seat

Reserved in my name

With no other choice, but to watch it again

It's always the same

All-consuming shame

Childish hope put to the test

Chronic uncertainty and disappointment

Trauma is carrying interest

My demons will collect the debt

I watch you

Living on borrowed time

Tired to fight, fight to survive

Your will to live is withering

It's draining the last scraps of energy

Infected needle marks rotting the flesh

Lifе with the crushing presencе of death

Graphic vision repeats in my head

It repeats in my head

I watch you

Living on borrowed time

Tired to fight to survive

Your will to live is withering

It's draining us of our energy

Living on borrowed time

Tired to fight to survive

Your will to live is withering

It's draining the last scraps of energy

Now at the end I'm feeling guilty

Guilty of being relieved