Dead World

Sometimes I feel like this life wasn't meant for me
My dreams were ripped right from under my feet
Then replaced with the harshest of realities
But still I push on, with one foot firmly planted in the grave
In the grave!

Some nights I walk the streets alone, just like a ghostly specter
Silence engulfs me I'm stuck with these thoughts that I'd rather return to the sender
Most people can relate to this disease, it feels like your life's gone down the gurgler
They neglected to give us the script and the fucking answers

Ah man's ruin comes around again
Some days it seems so easy to just give in
It becomes hard to see where the vice begins
And all those good times come to an end
The sadness slowly creeps in and then
The darkness swallows me whole as I descend
The downward spiral returns like an old friend
I see no light when does this end?
When does this fucking end?

Look deeply into the lines on my face
Can you pick up the trace of pain and misery I can't erase?
It haunts me day in day out and clouds my mind with the mists of doubt,
But I can't ever let it get the best of me
Nah I can't ever let it get the best of me

Sinking lower than ever before
I reach out but there's nothing there to break my fall
I've sunken to the depths below and barely made it out before
Some friends ain't so lucky
Now they reside in the ground
Six feet deep