It Consumes Me
Grayscale Season
You'll never make it out alive
Will these palms ever reach the other side?
Will these palms ever reach the other side?
Will these reflections, distractions (will they, will they)
Ever make sense?
My mind is infected, something is choking it
And I can't break free
It consumes me
I can't let go
I can't let go
Will this ever make sense all together?
I've been feeling
You'll never make it out alive
Show me how its done
I keep biding my time
Reflections of what once was
A life that's broken and filled with flaws
Haunted by regrets and mistakes
I wished that I could turn away
As I look into the mirror
There's a reflection that couldn't be clearer (couldn't be clearer)
It draws me back
Again and again and again
So I stand there
All alone
With the image
The reflection of my own
Can you feel this attrition fall away?
Can you feel anything?
You're all I have, so
Take me one more time
Take me one more time
Take me one more time
Take me one more time
You'll never make it out alive
So take me one last time
Will this (will this)
Ever (ever)
Make sense all together? (Together)
I've been (I've been)
Feeling (feeling)
When I don't have my eyes
I keep seeing their lies
Show me how its done
I keep biding my time