I paint these walls to block my point of interest    There's no escape from these thoughts this time    I may be hiding but what other choice do i have left?       My safeties are at rest    So now we are       Passing the problems off    And throwing issues around that can't stand to be in motion    So slow down and cease to a halt    I'm only dragging myself down    Down to a state of dissatisfaction    Stuck in the corner of sadness    Is there anybody there to hear the cries?    They turn their heads the other way       I will never really be content    This cheap joyless buss is inadequate    I'm choosing the solutions carefully    I'm resolving       The present location of my conscience    Lies deep below the foundation in me    Wasn't aware of the consequences facing me    Descending slowly to the reaches of hell    To strangle and suffocate myself