Under this crushing wait, I´m sinking
It never goes away, the thinking
Echoes in empty rooms decaying
Alone to face the rest of me

So long sentiment
It doesn´t matter now

What the hell is wrong with me?
Why am I torturing myself?
Inhaling all these memories
Like a breath of fire sent from hell

Lead in my gut, not in my spine
I feel distracted all the time
Well lucky me I´m finally all alone
I´ll miss you

So long sentiment
It doesn´t matter now

What the hell is wrong with me?
Why am I torturing myself?
Fixated on these memories
Like a prisoner inside a cell

With nothing useful to say and no one to listen to it
Filling the deep with the pain, I slowly sink into it
Consider questionable things to try to get me through it
I´ve tried to push it away but I always give into it
Long for the taste of the rain that finally helps subdue it
And washes this all away

Under this crushing wait, I´m sinking
It never goes away, the thinking
Echoes in empty rooms are saying
“Time to erase the rest of me”