(Intro - A slow, agonizing, dissonant guitar chord rings out, followed by the sound of labored, shallow breathing. A deep, heavy, slow heartbeat rhythm begins.) (Fm) (Db) (Ab) (Eb) (Spoken, low, trembling voice): The weight is too heavy. The silence is calling my name. (Verse 1 - Rap Flow: The Suffocation) (Fm) I look at the ceiling, man, and I pray for the end of the roll (Db) Tired of the battle, tired of fighting for my soul to be whole (Ab) Every breath is a theft, every morning is a curse and a debt I owe (Eb) I'm so damn exhausted, I just want the static to go and to flow out. (Fm) The lights are too bright, the voices are too loud and clear (Db) I built the perfect silence, but the fear keeps creeping near and here (Ab) This isn't weakness, this is fatigue, the spirit is worn and thin (Eb) Just want the darkness to finally swallow the light and let the calm begin. (Fm) I close my eyes tight, man, I picture the final release and ease (Db) The sudden stop of the panic, the sweet, cold, final peace that appeases the mind (Ab) The logic is gone, the reasoning is dead and gone from my side (Eb) I just want to step off the track, I just want to step off the ride. (Pre-Chorus - The tempo pushes slightly faster. The guitar riff becomes chaotic and frantic. The vocal shifts to a sustained, raw scream.) (Db) I’M TIRED OF THE FIGHT! I’M TIRED OF THE BREATH AND THE PAIN! (Ab) I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! I CAN'T WALK IN THIS RAIN! (Eb) GIVE ME THE FINISH LINE! GIVE ME THE ABSOLUTE END! (Fm) I JUST WANT THE SUFFERING TO FUCKING DESCEND! (Chorus - Screamo Vocals dominate. The music hits maximum, chaotic force, slow and devastatingly heavy.) (Fm) (Db) (Ab) (Eb) (SCREAMED): THE FINAL CODE! I'm waiting for the STATIC FADE! (Fm) (Db) (Ab) (Eb) I'M BEGGING FOR SILENCE! A PROMISE I ALMOST MADE! (Fm) (Db) (Ab) (Eb) I'M EMPTY! I'M BROKEN! I'M OUT OF DAMN AIR! (Fm) (Db) (Ab) (Eb) JUST LET ME GO NOW! I DON'T FUCKING CARE! (Bridge - Music slows down dramatically to only the heartbeat and the piano chords. The vocal drops to a raw, painful, honest whisper.) (Db) (Whispered, desperate): But there's a small flicker... a tiny, weak light in the dark... (Ab) A voice says: Is this really the only mark you wanna leave? (Eb) Is there one more reason? One single, final thing? (Fm) That tiny, stupid want to see what tomorrow brings... (Outro - The frantic rhythm slowly returns, building back to a controlled, chaotic scream—a cry of pain, but not finality.) (Fm) (Db) (Ab) (Eb) (Screamed, agonized): I'M STILL HERE! I'M STILL FUCKING HERE! (Fm) (Db) (Ab) (Eb) (The music cuts out abruptly on a raw, hanging chord.)
