Five days of abusing, two days of release One of these days I'm sure I'm sure I'll start to bleed Water in your lungs They wish for indulgence so that we can never thrive You will amount to nothing Social suicide You are worthless, ugly and blind Fear is just a product of your mind Water in your lungs Is not yours to keep Narcissistic tendencies You're a social suicide queen Wish for death, now you seek affection Miss a step and you lose connection Water in your lungs Is not yours to keep Grasping for the surface Seven meters deep You feel death running down your spine Detach your eyes and walk the thin line