Sick from Torn by Argus

Shut up

Sick of this fucking name
Sick of seeing my fucking face
As this war wages on in my head
No pulse, this isn't real, I feel like I am playing dead

At the end of the day
Looking at my face
The demon that stares back
Tells me I'm a waste
That there's no place for me here
That I should just disappear
Get rid of all of the pain
That he is nothing to fear

Shut up and get out of my head

Leave me alone my head is not your home
You don't own my soul now crawl back in your hole

Get out of my head

Dreaded demon, your eyes are bleeding, now hang from the fucking ceiling

Sick of this fucking name
Sick of seeing my fucking face
As this war wages on in my head
No pulse, this isn't real, I feel like I am playing dead

• Hardcore
• Metal
• Metalcore
• melodic hardcore
• sick
• Michigan