Temporary Existence 가사

Restricted by my anxiety Each day is the same I can't be set free The question keeps on taunting me How is existence a possibility? I keep observing from behind my eyes I'm just a mind portrayed as flesh and bone I miss the old days But this pain still feels the same I have no choice but to keep asking myself Why do these walls feel like an endless room? The walls keep bleeding red And all the memories keep on scarring me Endlessly Trapped with walls Bleeding red Endlessly I can't escape my mind I can't escape the red room Unless I end myself But I still miss the way things used to be Back before this room filled with anxiety My life seems to make no sense Trapped in a temporary existence I miss the old days But this pain still feels the same I miss the old days But this pain still feels the same I miss the old days But this pain still feels the same I miss the old days But this pain This pain still feels the same