6 o clock Off to work Yesterday I was choking but now I'm not I got my pills I got my shades I got my bag of false escapes It's in my brain It's in my skin And if I'm late then it cuts too deep Piece of Mind Piece of me I'm at the edge of my seat and want it muffled my cries take out my eyes suffocating inside To plot my demise, one line at a time, keep wasting my life cause I… -chorus- I feel like shit, yet I am still marching in Following like a creep, hanging on to light in between And if I take it all in, I’m my own adversary So I keep on driving, towards the, light in between Guilty as I PLEAD Hit it till it BLEEDS Cut me up To pieces And feed me to the WHEEL I’m standing still forever, treading be my will With thoughts my mind wants to throw up, but nothing yet still stirs Something’s overstated Calling them out, they say Somewhere left created An impulse left to stay But still I feel like shit, yet I am still marching in Following like a creep, hanging on to light in between And if I take it all in, I’m my own adversary So I keep on driving, towards the, light in between FEED ME TO THE WHEEL!!! my hands are shaking It's hard to swallow Breathe it in It's a new day my hands are shaking It's hard to swallow Breathe it in It's a new day my hands are shaking It's hard to swallow Breathe it in It's a new day