VOID

Now how do I confess

That I'm severely depressed

That I'm lacking any rest

Back to pressure on my chest

The only pressure I apply, is the pressure to survive

Cause I hate when I lie, and I hide deep inside

There's just a lot going on

All my energy is drawn

My mind is somewhere gone

And it's hard to write a song

What the fuck do you expect?

Still drowning in debt