The haunted - Means to an End

As the truth hits me
Like a bullet to the face
Turns out life means nothing
When a heart is cold
I could use a little pain

To fill the empty void, the hole I feel inside
Seems like everything I do, just ain’t enough
Thrown aside, like a piece who lost its place?
A noisome life, stained by guilt
For those I thought I left behind

Trust is my sinking stone
In this ocean of filth
Dirty lies now fill my lungs
They make it easier to breath

I rip my skin with my fingers
Drive nails down deep in my soul
In my head where they linger
Can someone please take my demons for a walk?

Will it ever end? I need some rest
This life is doing me in
Relentless hunger, endless pain
The supply will always be my demand

Trust is my sinking stone
In this ocean of filth
Dirty lies now fill my lungs
They make it easier to breath

I rip my skin with my fingers
Drive nails down deep in my soul
In my head where they linger
Can someone please take my demons for a walk?

This is a means to an end
This is a means to an end

In my head where they linger
I have come to take my demons away
I rip my throat with my fingers
We all have our means to an end

This is a means to an end
This is a means to an end