Just empty

[Verse 1] Mom’s lungs are turning into stone Dirt in the quarry, now she’s choking alone Sisters carving out their scars Cancer blooming like a family curse from afar I sit in silence, phone in my hand Words won’t fix what the doctors can’t stand Every update hits like another brick In the wall that’s closing in too thick [Pre-Chorus] I swallow the rage, it tastes like piss Another night where nothing’s enough [Chorus] Empty! useless inside! Watching the bloodline slowly die Hopeless! Numb inside! Carrying brand I can’t disown Screaming into the void again This inheritance is my end Family falling, I’m already dead Just an empty shell with a screaming head! [Verse 2] They look at me like I should hold it together But the void inside just laughs at the weather BPD waves crashing, pulling me under Depression’s grip, I’m torn asunder One more call, one more bad report Feels like I’m drowning in the same old court Tried to be strong, tried to stay clear But the darkness whispers “there’s nothing here” [Pre-Chorus] I clench my fists till the knuckles bleed white Another day lost to this endless night [Chorus] Empty! useless inside! Watching the bloodline slowly die Hopeless! Numb inside Carrying ghosts I can’t disown Screaming into the void again This inheritance is my end Family falling, I’m already dead Just an empty shell with a screaming head! [Bridge – spoken/semi-sung, building tension then exploding] Why the fuck does it have to be like this? Every generation paying for the last one’s sins I’m calm on the surface but the rage is boiling Ten years sober just to watch it all spoil… BREAK! [Breakdown – heavy gang shouts] EMPTY! (Empty!) HOLLOW! (Hollow!) HOPELESS! (Hopeless!) FALLING! (We’re all fucking falling!) [Final Chorus – even heavier, more unhinged] Empty! Hollow inside! Nothing left but the pain we hide Hopeless! Numb insinde! This is the weight I carry alone Screaming… into the void again This blood is poisonous, this life is sin Family falling… I’m already dead Bury me with the words I never said! [Outro – low raspy spoken over grinding industrial riff] Just… empty… Nothing you can do about it…