CARBON کے بول

Run Staring into black I'm always thinking of another day I focus on the pain and always Find a new shade of grey Too familiar impulsions nestled deep within my mind state I'm always thinking back about some bullshit I could never change Another bandage I've stitched to the wound The cycle ends with rips to the glue I always fucking let myself just get used It really is just nothing new I told myself to keep digging Digging in this hole looking for meaning Till I found myself bleeding Back on my own, a familiar feeling Here again Writing words, my own dissection Always tryna write another page Nothingness Bloodstains in my reflection I guess it's in the fucking veins I, this carbon orchestration Always fucking digging and I'm a slave to mortal sanctions Always fucking digging, yeah Run Another toxin in my veins I guess somethings will never change