Climbing out the grave
Tired of feeling like I'm a slave
But to a preacher I'm the reaper
When I'm holding the blade
I find the confidence within me
And I hope it'll stay
But to be honest with you
I can feel it starting to fade
And lately I've been contemplating
'Bout the way that I'll be done in
If it's suicide
I won't have to see the repercussions
Staring in the mirror
Thinking, "what am I becoming?"
I couldn't hide from it
So I'm running

Running out of time
I left it all behind
In hopes to save my soul
Was it myself I'd find?
Did you predict my fall?
Do I deserve to die?
Enough to lose it all?
My emptiness inside

My emptiness inside
My emptiness inside
My emptiness inside
My emptiness inside

Running out of time
I left it all behind
In hopes to save my soul
Was it myself I'd find?
Did you predict my fall?
Do I deserve to die?
Enough to lose it all?
My emptiness inside