I am caught. there's no way out
Of an endless existance I created myself.
My days are aligned and none too defined.
Living and breathing are motions that lie.
Endless weeks, end me please.
Hours that pass are ours to bleed.
I see no end but the end sees me.
He knows my face and I'm waiting to meet.
Endless weeks, end me please.
Hours that pass are ours to bleed.
This is a cycle so familiar, one that I cannot break.
Every time that it starts over, all this pressure increases in weight.
Increases in weight
Increases in weight
Endless weeks, end me please.
Hours that pass are ours to bleed.