Every night, I've been told that I haven't done anything right, to be accounted as being alive, I keep slipping deeper into my open grave, I keep waking in the night with a zombie mind, I've tried to protest what's on your mind, but I keep slipping farther and farther into my own demise, once I held on to my thoughts, but now I've lost all that I've wanted, my heart it fades into the days, I never could be able to conquer my hated ways, you've broken into my mind, to help me to give up my trying, once I've done what couldn't be replaced, I'll keep on slipping farther and farther.
