DyingPage - Personal Hell

I'm so fucked up making subtitles, so that's the only way so far. I’m carving lines into the floor Tracing patterns of the ghost I used to be Every handle turns, but it’s never a door Just a mirror showing something rotten in me The silence is a predator, it’s baring its teeth Waiting for my rhythm to skip a beat I’m pulling at the roots buried deep underneath Where the soil is bitter and the air is obsolete And I’m begging for the static To swallow up the sound But the gravity is static And it’s holding me down There is no exit from this hollow cage Just a sequel to a dying page I’m chasing shadows in a room with no skin Where the ending is the place that I begin You can’t run, you can’t hide, you can’t kill the smell Of the sulfur rising from this personal hell Yeah, I’m burning in the middle of this personal hell The clock on the wall is a circle of lies Counting down to a moment that never arrives I see the regret reflected in my own tired eyes A parasite feeding on the life I’m denied I’ve clawed at the stone until my knuckles are gray Trading my tomorrow just to bleed through today There’s no horizon, there’s no light in the fray Just the cold realization that I’m forced to stay TEAR IT DOWN! But the walls just heal! Bury the truth! But the wound stays real! I’m screaming at a sky that’s painted shut I’m falling through the seams of my own guts! IT NEVER STOPS! IT NEVER DIES! There is no exit from this hollow cage Just a sequel to a dying page I’m chasing shadows in a room with no skin Where the ending is the place that I begin You can’t run, you can’t hide, you can’t kill the smell Of the sulfur rising from this personal hell The lock is rusted shut. The key turned into dust. I’m breathing in the ash. I’m breathing in the... Just let it burn. Just let it burn.