Verse 1

The floor boards creak under the weight of my doubt

I'm locked in a room and I'm blocking it out

The mirror is lying, it's showing a ghost

The things that I love are the things I hurt most

The winter is coming, the grass turns to gray

I'm throwing the pieces of myself away

Chorus

Deep in the hollow, I'm finding the rot

Giving up battles that I haven't fought

Can't find the exit, can't find the key

Drowning in silence, just waiting for me

Waiting for me

Verse 2

The medicine tastes like the dirt in the ground

I'm searching for peace but I'm only finding sound

The static is loud, it's ringing my skull

The knife in the kitchen is never quite dull