Torment Sorrow Misery Strife - Therapy?

Under dark or metal gray

I want skies of ink and blue

In this unfamiliar place

I wanna see the same anew

But I don’t know what to do

Cuz you’re bitter and you’re cruel

And I think you need a night on yourself

Torment Sorrow Misery And Strife

Screaming our way to the time of light

You used to be the beast

Now we only got the bones

Figure out what you struggle on

I guess the fake shit can’t control

What is it I have to do?

Whatever chose I have to fake

To help you get a night all for yourself