Let me collapse into the depths of the past
Let me trip and fall into my pleasures at last
Please let me drown and let me sink down
Into the pockets of my fading mind
Let me drop to the ground
God, will you please
Help. Help
I’m imploding into my myself.
I’m turning hollow as I wallow
Save me from tomorrow
Death. Death
Mourning over things that could never be
Just a broken shell of the man I should be
I’m trapped behind these tired, empty eyes
Sifting through the relics that were left behind
All alone. All alone
Dusting off, feeding off of these nostalgic scraps
The hallowed remains of a better life
Hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow memories
Hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow memories
Lack-lusting strife
Will you please
Help. Help
I’m imploding into my myself.
I’m turning hollow as I wallow
Save me from tomorrow
Death. Death.
Mourning over things that could never be
Just a hollow husk of the man I once was
As it settles into the rust on the metal
The dust from the past fills my paper lungs
Jaded, bitter tongues
No future behind these walls of my wilting mind
I thrust my fists and climb the walls
And cry out to anyone at all for
Help
Help
Help
Help
Help
Transcend your own past
Transcend your own past
Now I collapse into the depths of the past
As I trip and fall into my treasures at last
Why did I drown? Why did I sink down
Into the pockets of my fading mind?
How could you let me drop to the ground?
Hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow memories
Hollow, hollow, hollow, dead memories
Help. Please, God just help