The line I copied out was the one about your mind being kidnapped by a failure you haven't made yet. I spent whole shifts once bracing for a telling off that never came, and I never had words for it before yours. The chorus coming back a third time puts you in the same four walls every time you look up. Is this one meant to be sung, or does it stay on the page?
be my ending, not my cure
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The line I copied out was the one about your mind being kidnapped by a failure you haven't made yet. I spent whole shifts once bracing for a telling off that never came, and I never had words for it before yours. The chorus coming back a third time puts y
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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.
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The line I copied out was the one about your mind being kidnapped by a failure you haven't made yet. I spent whole shifts once bracing for a telling off that never came, and I never had words for it before yours. The chorus coming back a third time puts you in the same four walls every time you look up. Is this one meant to be sung, or does it stay on the page?