Nylist - Out Of Hope (Feat. Taylor Barber & Quinn Harknett)

Compulsive fear of existence.
Nothing is clear in the distance.
When you're in the deep, cries for help won't dig you out.
Compulsive fear of existence.
Nothing is clear in the distance.
When you're in the deep, cries for help won't dig you out.

Struggling in your own fucking filth.
Burying, burying, burying what was once.
Struggling in your own fucking filth.
Burying, burying, burying what was once life!

A shame to see this body covered in filth.
A shame to see this body lowered into the earth.
Lowered into the earth.

Farewell to the existence you dread.
Farewell to the existential dread.
The void feared, but immensely sought after.
Not to know what truly comes after.
The endless sleep in a bed of dirt.
Existential dread. Existential dread. Existential dread.

Compulsive fear of existence.
Nothing is clear in the distance.
When you're in the deep, cries for help won't dig you out.
Compulsive fear of existence.
Nothing is clear in the distance.
When you're in the deep, cries for help won't dig you out.

Struggling in your own fucking filth.
Burying, burying, burying what was once.
Struggling in your own fucking filth.

Struggling through this existential dread...
Until the void devours me.
Until the void devours me. Открыть страницу с текстом

Tell me why these voices always torture my last bit of sanity.
Why has everyone neglected me?
Tell me why these voices always torture my last bit of sanity.
I've been here wasting time, praying for someone to give me a sign.
Why has everyone neglected me?

Just another day.
Just another day.
Just another day.
Tortured by my last bit of sanity.

Just another day.
Let them all move on without me.
Just another day.
Let them all move on without me.

Tell me why these voices always torture my last bit of sanity.
They tell me, tell me, tell me...
For your own fucking sanity, I hope you fucking kill yourself!
Remove the light from this body, and end all this torturing. Открыть страницу с текстом

Who am I today?
Why am I this way?
Every emotion built up for me to erase.
To me, you are just fucking waste.

Who are you today?
Why are you this way?
Every emotion built up for me to erase.
To me, you are just fucking waste.

Let me be me... Let me be me!
This is something I couldn't ever get.
I'd be me if we had never met.
This is something I couldn't ever get.
I'd be me if we had never met.
Let me be me. Let me be me. Let me be me.

Omit.
Omit and erase every memory... Memory!
Commit and replace. You are just a fucking waste.
Break it down. Omit and erase.
Break it down. Omit and erase. Открыть страницу с текстом

She was lost to the voices within.
How the fuck will the family cope?
A chair, a rope, and no fucking hope.
How the fuck will the family cope?
No fucking hope.

Out of hope.
Please just end this. She screamed out for her life.

As time went by, she'd ask herself why the fuck wont they help me?
Help me. Help me.
Help me. Help me.
Help me. Help me.
Help me!

Before she tied up the rope...
Before she lost all her hope, her head was spinning in fucking guilt!
Why me? She screamed out for her life.
Please just end this. She screamed out for her life.

The more the time goes by,
We question who knows why
This poor fucking soul grows to die.
She was lost to the voices within.
She was lost to the voices within.

How the fuck will the family cope?
A chair, a rope, then she wrote the note.
She wrote
"I'm so sorry... I've been desperate for a way out of my misery.
It's not your fault..."

Misery had passed... passed on to the family.
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Don't fucking ask me why I don't care to exist.
All lives of endless suffering hit a cold fucking dead end.
Body to hang lifeless.
When the suicidal thoughts creep, I exist in the distance.
No purpose or emotion to fulfill. Suicidal distress.

It's okay... the need to die!
Can you see with the blood in your eyes?
We are all fucked... the time is passing us by.
Can you see with the blood in your eyes?
We are all fucked...
The flesh we wear, the blood we cry is all known to be a lie.
Unheard prayer to the sky, before this final goodbye.

Don't fucking ask me why I don't care to exist.
All lives of endless suffering hit a cold fucking dead end.
Body to hang lifeless.
When the suicidal thoughts creep, I exist in the distance.
No purpose or emotion to fulfill. Suicidal distress.

Buried under earth so wretched.
Decrepit from your years of poison.
Praised by the ever hungry worms.
‘Til all that’s left is this hell.
Bury me.
Decomposing, your evil unfolding.
Bury me, blood on your hands, you’ll never be free.

I feel your fear to face the darkness within.
Cling to this dissociation.
There never was a means of revival.
No soul to witness your wrath.
Ruthless undertaking.
The blood is on your hands.

When the suicidal thoughts creep, I force them into my head.
Into my head. Into my head. Into my fucking head, until I'm fucking dead.
When the suicidal thoughts creep, I force them into my head.
One by one, until I'm fucking dead.

All I seek is timeless sleep.
This is how things were meant to be for when I'm gone.

And to the loved ones that might miss me when I'm gone...
I've been waiting...
I've been waiting to die for far too long! Открыть страницу с текстом