Cathartic کے بول

My fingers on the bench, centipedes in my ear I'm a worthless, nervous wreck and I am tired of living in fear I don't want to eat anymore, I don't want to breathe at all I can't be saved! Counting backwards from the thousands I try to keep myself sane Run away, run away! Digging into my own flesh reaping grief People die so easily In this world the strong devour the weak To live is to eat others humanity It's been weighing on my mind for quite some time now If a bastard son could ever feel proud Because all I ever knew how to do was to fucking drown