I feel like I'm in the way Of my own existence Of my own progression Transgression to the way things once Were But never will be again Self imposed death sentence I see nothing beyond this day And can't understand why The past is like needles in my eyes And I can't understand why Bleed me dry The well is empty The soul you thought you had disappears Slowly forever Within The soul disappears Self imposed death sentence I feel like Iam in the way Of my own existence Of my own progression Transgression to the way things once Were But never will be again Self imposed death sentence