Playʙмтʜ how are we on a scale of one to ten? could you tell me what you see? do you want to talk about it? how does that make you feel? have you ever took a blade to your wrists? have you been skipping meals?
my secrets are burning a hole through my heart and my bones catch a fever when it cuts you up this deep, it's hard to find a way to breathe your eyes are swallowing me, mirrors start to whisper, shadows start to sing my skin's smothering me, help me find a way to breathe time stands still the way it did before, it's like i'm sleepwalking fell into another hole again, it's like i'm sleepwalking i'm at the edge of the world, where do i go from here? do i disappear? edge of the world, should i take a swim or simply disappear? wake up, take my hand and give me a reason to start again wake up, pull me out and give me a reason to start again
can you hear the silence? can you see the dark? can you fix the broken? can you feel my heart? can you hear the hopeless when i'm begging on my knees? can you save my bastard soul? will you wait for me? i'm sorry brother, so sorry lover forgive me father, i love you mother can you hear the silence? can you see the dark? can you fix the broken? can you feel my heart? i'm scared to get close and i hate being alone i long for that feeling to not feel at all the higher i get, the lower i sink i can't drown my demons they know how to swim can you hear the silence? can you see the dark? can you fix the broken? can you feel my heart?
the days are a death wish, a witch hunt for an exit i am powerless the fragile, the broken sit in circles and stay unspoken we are powerless because we all walk alone on an empty staircase silent halls and nameless faces i am powerless
everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die i can't fear death no longer, i've died a thousand times why explore the universe when we don't know ourselves? there's an emptiness inside our heads that no one dares to dwell
throw me to the flames, watch me burn set my world ablaze, watch me burn
how are we on a scale of one to ten? could you tell me what do you see? do you want to talk about it? how does that make you feel?
have you ever took a blade to your wrists? have you been skipping meals? we're going to try something new today how does that make you feel?
hold me close, don't let go, watch me watch me burn in this hospital for souls
The subject enters admission : however; showing severe signs of remorse, struggling to cope with his own stigma. Witnessed on several occasions describing his soul as a "bastard". When asked to accept his own powerlessness, and show a credance in a higher power, the subject responds negatively, claiming "death is the only salvation". The subject begins to display signs of regression; failing to see, in his own words, the "writing on the wall". In a state of disconnection, the patient compares his disposition to that of sleepwalking. As the subject comes to recognise his actions, he demonstrates strong feelings of antipathy for himself, believing that no one wishes to "see or hear him". It is at this stage we see a true advancement, and what I would describe as an epiphany for the subject. Finally coming to accept his disease, and realising it cannot be cured, yet can be arrested, he vocalises that he can never "bury" nor "sever the feeling" he endures. The subject comes to the revelation that his affliction is, in his own words, "sempiternal". It is this realisation of permanence that allows him to begin treatment of is condition. The subject begins a process of segmentation, distancing himself from individuals who have enabled or harmed him in the past, referring them as "snakes". As the subject progresses in his recovery, he describes emotion of discordance towards individuals he previously believed to have strong emotional connections towards, claiming they had lost touch. Furthermore, the subject displays an elevated state of awareness regarding matters he believes he was previously apathetic to, showing dissidence towards certain social actions and behaviours, citing that no-one is changing anything. The subject demonstrates what is known as autosoterism, the belief that one can only obtain salvation through oneself, at which stage he experiences a complete reformation, summarising; "Then I found out how hard it is to really change. Even hell can get comfy once you've settled in. I just wanted the lonely inside me to live. But no matter how fucked you get, it's always there when you come back down. The funny thing is; everything I wanted, I already had, there's glimpses of heaven in every day. In the friends that I have, the music i make, the love that I feel.. i just had to start again".