i stay inside my bed

i have lived so many lives all in my head

and don't tell me that you care

there really isn't anything now, is there?

you would know, wouldn't you?

you extend your hand to those who suffer

to those who really know what it feels like

to those who've had a taste, like that means something

and oh, so sick i am

and maybe i don't have a choice

and maybe that is all i have

and maybe this is a cry for help

I WANNA DO SOMETHING THAT MATTERS

calculation. erasure. pilgrimage. exile.

turn back