Trauma (feat. Taylor Barber)

Pure lie
I don't want to
Live my life anew
I'm to dispose of
In the rough to die young
Pure lie
I don't want to
Live my life anew
I'm to dispose of
In the rough to die young

Won't be finding a way to heal
Not with all of this trauma to deal with
In the rough to die young
Rip the air out of my lungs

Ripped apart
I feel the end is coming and I cannot stop
The pieces being torn from my skin
And by design, I see the flawed introspective end
Hanging on by a thread
Be this way
Carefree
Dismiss, betray
It's enough
It's enough to be this way

Without a presence
Leave the world behind with all of the trauma
Black out
Too intense to grieve through the trauma

I don't want to
Live my life anew
I'm to dispose of
In the rough to die young
Pure lie
I don't want to
Live my life anew
I'm to dispose of
In the rough to die young

Won't be finding a way to heal
Not with all of this trauma to deal with
In the rough to die young
Rip the air out of my lungs
Rip the air out of my lungs

Send me down
Inspect, detect, then select a death that's perfect
Rip the air out of my lungs