Lyrics
These problems exist inside my mind
Like a heavy New Orleans fog
My thinking has slowed itself down
To a crawl unwillingly
Compassion fueled by depression
My savior is death
Does this make sense?
Does this make sense?
The wind has picked up since last night
And it carries with it grief
Our worried nature drowns us
In a frigid ocean of regret
My breathing stands still
Just long enough to feel inept
Compassion fueled by depression
My savior is death
Does this make sense?
Does this make sense?
Me on the receiving end
Of honest hostility
And you on the giving end
Of the candid frustration
Compassion fueled by depression
My savior is death
Does this make sense?
My love is silenced by ignorance
My answer is death
Does this make sense?
Does this make sense?
Does this make sense?
Does this make sense?