Number Them - Lit De Mort

When the only breath that's left is wasted screaming at walls,
I'm wishing that I'd gain ground when I can barely fucking crawl.
How can they sing of this when it tries to take my life?
I'm ashamed of who I am and what I've done.

What's everything I care for if I can barely care for me?
What does living mean to someone if I don't care to see?

These lights hold no beacon, they just illuminate what's dead.
And what's left for me in this life is best just left unsaid.

When every passing day is just a layer on my grave.
Slowly I'm taken, death has saved my place.
All I have left remains behind my eyes;
The lies we fake, the promises we break,
It's all we take to our grave.

Every passing day is just a layer on my grave-
A reminder that i'm not saved.
Slowly I'm taken, death has saved my place.

Will you still recognize my face
When this pain that demands to be felt?
When this disease leaves nothing but scars?