Sister Hellen
Break up, break down
Cycle again, and
Break up, break down
Cycle on through
The pain

Destruct, destroy
Halt the progression
Destruct, destroy
Bathe in your new
Depression

I'm 25, I'm burning out, and running empty on bliss
Laughing at the thought of living two more quarters of this
My dad keeps hounding me that I should go to school for a trade
While my mother views my failures as just flaws in my brain
Time to open up these wounds with this new group therapy
It's quite expensive, quite intensive, going four days a week
Changing hurts and I hate pain, so maybe this ain't for me
This hell's so cozy, so damn cozy, so damn cozy- fuck
Here we go, back through the motions
Fear the low, lowest emotions
Cut me out, cut me out from you
Disregard, all that we went through
Here we go, back through the motions
Fear the low, lowest emotions
This is what the damage can do, woah
This is what the damage can do, woah

And every single insecurity, it gets the best of me, and blinds all that I see
And every time I see the city lights, I think of all the fights, and harming out of spite
Now every single drive down 95, I feel so damn alive, without you by my side
Thief you stole a real big part of me, a real big part of me, a real big part of me

Is life just entropy?
Is this what's left for me?
Well I can make my way
Just take it day by day