For all intents and purposes I've disappeared I've disappeared Nothing but this shell of me remains here Nothing... Nothing... That which hasn't killed me has only made me bitter I painted this picture of myself: A liar A liar, a quitter Routine has been putting words into my mouth for so long now Does it matter if I don't know what to say If I've forgotten how to speak? How to speak We've planned out which mistakes we can make and which risks to take And they've formed this tunnel to some distant ideal place Routine has made this Mistake after mistake Risk after risk Piece by piece If one of those pieces should happen to break The tunnel collapses and ruins everything Devours any light you thought you once saw Even in the dark I can still see these tell-tale signs of failure And the sure-fire ways I took to get there