A Descent کے بول

I paint these walls to block my point of interest There's no escape from these thoughts this time I may be hiding but what other choice do i have left? My safeties are at rest So now we are Passing the problems off And throwing issues around that can't stand to be in motion So slow down and cease to a halt I'm only dragging myself down Down to a state of dissatisfaction Stuck in the corner of sadness Is there anybody there to hear the cries? They turn their heads the other way I will never really be content This cheap joyless buss is inadequate I'm choosing the solutions carefully I'm resolving The present location of my conscience Lies deep below the foundation in me Wasn't aware of the consequences facing me Descending slowly to the reaches of hell To strangle and suffocate myself