You got demonic depression You got demonic defeated With your own kind of pressure Sad and about to derail Striving for success without hard work is Is like trying to harvest where you haven't planted Amplified with anger Self-inflected by fear A darker room, you may enter They will call it the end Corridors in ruins, are they real or not? Walking in a slumber, fever, dread and cold They call it the deep end of the water line Whatever it means But I feel like you're losing out on life Don't call it the end 'cause I know You'll be good for a second go Wombic cries of temper Sing along in the deep Forgive me, Father, I pissed on Your crucifix without sin Dancing with the tyrants, dirty, rotten filth Pool the breaks of horror, time to love yourself They call it the deep end of the water line Whatever it means But I feel like you're losing out on life Don't call it the end 'Cause you need to open up your mind Whatever it takes 'Cause I feel like you're losing out on life Don't call it the end 'cause I know You'll be good for a second go They call it the deep end of the water line Whatever it means But I feel like you're losing out on life Don't call it the end 'Cause you need to open up your mind Whatever it takes 'Cause I feel like you're losing out on life Don't call it the end 'cause I know You'll be good for a second go