Like a vice around our neck We’re slowly suffocated Our Dreams ripped from our dead hands We suffer in deafening silence Behind our smiles, lies a raging fire Destiny is ours to command Our eyes wide with unstoppable ire Never again, will they feed off our hands Another day, another scar on my wrist how much more I can take of this!? A monotonous existence, the anxiety persists How easy would be to end this We suffer in deafening silence Behind our smiles, lies a raging fire Destiny is ours to command Our eyes wide with unstoppable ire Never again, will they feed off our hands