My mode has decayed.
Sometimes I feel like Iâm holding onto something,
Will I feel free again?
So ask me where will I be,
It seems Iâll never know.
Youâll never find me again.
My decency is bleeding red,
I canât see.
Everythingâs gray in my head.
Itâs over.
Thoughts we defined.
The problems remain the same,
Thereâs no end.
Feeling locked up and,
Iâm seeping in this,
Falling over myself.
Sheltered memories.
Iâm trapped inside my mind.
My mode has decayed.
Sometimes I feel like Iâm holding onto something,
Will I feel free again?
So ask me where will I be,
It seems Iâll never know.
Youâll never find me again.
My decency is bleeding red,
I canât see.
Everythingâs gray in my head.
Itâs over.
Thoughts we defined.
The problems remain the same,
Thereâs no end.
My decency is bleeding red,
I canât see.
Everythingâs gray in my head.
Itâs over.
Thoughts we defined.
The problems remain the same,
Thereâs no end.
And I say,
Thereâs no end.