Be my lighthouse
guide me out,
out of this slaughterhouse.
Now I know that no matter how I shout,
I can’t get out.
No escape, no exit from this trap,
no gap—just crap, another snap in my neck.
Broken legs, burned lungs, my mind kidnapped
by another failure I haven’t made yet.
Be my warm place,
where pain and disgrace
can’t find me.
Sad illusion—not my case,
just another mistake, just another mistake.
No escape, no exit from this trap,
no gap—just crap, another snap in my neck.
Broken legs, burned lungs, my mind kidnapped
by another failure I haven’t made yet.
I count the breaths I waste in vain,
each one tastes like rust and rain.
If hope exists, it missed my name—
or turned around and walked away.
There’s no design, no hidden hand,
no greater will, no promised land.
Just empty rooms and silent plans
that rot before they even stand.
So be my ending, not my cure,
something final, something sure.
If nothing matters, make it pure—
erase the need to endure.
No escape, no exit from this trap,
no gap—just crap, another snap in my neck.
Broken legs, burned lungs, my mind kidnapped
by another failure I haven’t made yet.