From the recording The End of Hope
All these imagined mistakes
Knives lay twisted in my back,
As all my nightmares fade to black
Cowards watch my every move
Listening for impending doom
I keep falling on my face,
From all these imagined mistakes
Held under water every day,
Suffocating, I can't breathe
I can't breathe.
I keep on wasting these days
Paralyzed by a paste I can't erase
I keep falling on my face
From all these imagined mistakes.