Iron Teeth

Bury the capsule of my doubt, I find myself staring through a window into the thick fog inside of my home, and it’s haunting, it’s calling me beckoning me to walk further into the trees, and I find that there is no such thing as the word hope here

Now im digging my way out, does it get better, does it get better than this
You burst in my room anger is filled in the palm of your fist
Waking up with a black eye yeah like everything’s just fine
Until the morning brings dust and I fade into my own hell

I swear time stood for a second and it showed me everything
What it means to be alive and for what it means to kill myself
Some days it gets better, most days it’s just worse
Until I find out I hated myself all along

The rope just pulls back
Pressure builds as my neck just snaps
Is this life, is this it fuck, im sick of it
Repeating and repeating until the tide just swallows me whole

The rat king relapsed
I dont think i will get me back
Is this life, is this it, fucking kill me now
Circling and circling until this hell is all that i found

Even though our eyes had seen so much heartache, we had so much faith that this journey would show us the world in which we loved, but all I'm left with is a hollow empty room, which chills my bones till they freeze, I find my soul no longer lingers in this room, because it hates the feeling of knowing that someone is going to die