I started off on a wrong note. Building ships I should've known would not float

I couldn't see why these "great" things sank, staring right at the holes in the planks

Hoist the torn scales to the sky. There's a flaw in my obsessive eye

It finally dawned on me. Who I am is not who I need to be

When will I be finished with what may be my life's greatest work?

I pray to God. I pray that I will be heard

The Ocean hides everything. I block my ears but still I hear the sirens sing

Apathy's run out, I'm at the brink. What will it take to make this vessel sink?

Too many things to be and all at once

It's gone from days to years, and years to months

I think I should ask myself what I've done

I'm going crazy just because I met someone

Sometimes I catch myself just feeding on misery

A second hand high does nothing for me

I'm drowning, In my own mind

I'm drowning, In myself