| Heavy-handed, rapid fire
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| Infatuation with my filthy pride
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| To a senseless beating, crippled and barely breathing
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| I tore off my skin, I’ll hang from this noose
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| This is what happens when I show you my demons
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| Repeating the cycle that turns love into indifference
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| When I chase after affection, it won’t chase after me
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| I get confused on why we always part so violently
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| But honestly
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| The day I met you
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| I started dying
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| Oh, I should’ve known a little better
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| Good things never last forever
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| My heart in repose
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| I need you the most
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| Oh, feed me to the wolves
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| Like I don’t have a pulse
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| 'Cause the day you said no
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| I started dying
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| Mindless madness, I am clueless
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| Thoughtless choices, I ruin myself
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| Tear into me like an unknown disease
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| Give me your damage, I’m begging you, please
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| She said, «Depression isn’t sadness,»
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| It’s a certain sense of apathy that hangs directly over me."
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| She’ll wrap herself around my neck
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| I’m too numb to feel the entropy surrounding me
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| Because the day I met you
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| I started dying
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| Oh, I should’ve known a little better
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| Good things never last forever
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| My heart in repose
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| I need you the most
 | 
| Oh, feed me to the wolves
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| Like I don’t have a pulse
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| 'Cause the day you said no
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| I started dying
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| You make me happy
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| You’ll make me kill myself
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| I can be happy with you
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| But I can’t be happy if I’m dead
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| Oh, I should’ve known a little better
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| Good things never last forever
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| My heart in repose
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| I need you the most
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| Oh, feed me to the wolves
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| Like I don’t have a pulse
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| 'Cause the day you said no
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| I felt alive |