Lyrics and translation
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Please make it stop.
Make it go away, the sleepless nights and lonely heartaches, the chaos of not being in control, slowly chipping away at my soul, being forced to pick and choose our roles.
A scamming curse we cast, I know, but why do we still follow those who made us pick and choose those roles?
-It's not. . .
-We're only human, we make mistakes, but what if they put our lives at stake?
Our ancestors that misbehaved were chained and locked away in caves, but those who were different, they did the same, and I'm left wondering who's to blame.
This ain't fun for me anymore.
I'm not joking anymore. I killed me the other night.
"Wait, please," but the noose was tight. Kissed the cheek and said goodbye.
I killed -me the other. . . -It's not. . .
I killed me the other night.
Wrapped her candy-coated lies, told her leave and take her light. I killed me the other. . .
It's not real. It's not real.
It's not real. It's not, it's not, it's not.
All I wanted never mattered. Matter never really mattered.
The things I've loved and cared about, the times I've cried and screamed and shouted.
It's all, "Don't quit, there's no way out. " My nerves are split and full of doubt.
We're all pointless, it's all pointless. Everything always has an end. Why can't just once logic bend?
-It's not. . . -Do your homework, go to school.
Am I just gonna be a useful tool? Sit still, calm down, have tea, talk it out.
No, I won't sit idly by while no one else cares for the end of all time!
This ain't fun for me anymore.
I'm not joking anymore. I killed me the other night.
"Wait, please," but the noose was tight. Kissed the cheek and said goodbye.
I killed me the other. . .
-It's not. . . -I killed me the other night.
Wrapped her candy-coated lies, told her leave and take her light.
I killed me the other. . . It's not real. It's not real.
It's not real.
It's not, it's not, it's not. Meditate, expand your mind. Where will we go when we die?
Be a tree, be a god, be an angel flying above.
A tree, a bee, a sea, a snake, candle on a birthday cake. Will I be me a hundred years? Repeat only death appears.
It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.
It's -not. . .
-It's not, it's not.