Collapse - Assemblage 23

I’m on the verge of collapse

I’m on the brink of disaster

And I’m far more lost than I want to admit

I’m at the end of my rope

I’m on the edge of a breakdown

And no matter how tightly I hold on, I still slip

And you’re watching me die

Right in front of your eyes

And if you turned your back on me

I wouldn’t be surprised

There’s no new story to tell

It’s every man for himself

As brick by brick

We construct our own personal hell

I’m running out of time

I’m running short of options

And the desperation is chewing me up inside

I’ve got nowhere to go

I’ve got no one to turn to Just accelerating, inescapable decline

And you’re watching me die

Right in front of your eyes

And if you turned your back on me

I wouldn’t be surprised

There’s no new story to tell

It’s every man for himself

As brick by brick

We construct our own personal hell

I’m suffocating with guilt

Asphyxiating on panic

And I can’t shake off this fear with which I’m bound

I’m buried up to my neck

I’m sinking under the water

And the next wave could be the one that brings me down

And you’re watching me die

Right in front of your eyes

And if you turned your back on me

I wouldn’t be surprised

There’s no new story to tell

It’s every man for himself

As brick by brick

We construct our own personal hell