In A Hole

It is a race for time what I’m doing here
Losing fuel as I reach the atmosphere
I wanna stare at the sun without a shroud
But if I burn my eyes can I still be proud?

This is not what I wanted
Back then when I started

I am feeding on your souls
Don’t give me a feeling of control
Wasting away in a hole

Growing up I would rarely go out and play
I’d spend my time in my room where I’d dream away
Building up an illusion of inner doubt
Not entirely sure what it's all about

Never able to gather
Why it really should matter

I am feeding on your souls
Don’t give me a feeling of control
Wasting away in a hole

I am feeding on your souls
Don’t give me a feeling of control
Don’t think I’m in control
Wasting away in a hole