Nosedive - Xerxes

Turn off the sound of my nightmare nothings,

kill the lights on my mud-soaked mornings.

Leave the sun down, I don’t want to get up,

could sleep forever but it’s never enough.

There are moments of balance before a nosedive,

of backwards clarity in suicide, or frailty in every life,

and none more than mine.

I’ve felt this for too long, and I can’t make it stop.

I’ve felt this for too long, and I can’t make it stop.

I’ve felt this for too long, and I can’t make it stop.

I’ve felt this for too long, and I can’t make it stop.

And I don’t see what you mean, I’m just trying to cope.

This is the best way I know.

This is the best way I know.

And if you’ve seen what I’ve seen,

or if you’ve felt what I’ve felt, maybe you’d start to agree.

I’ve felt this for too long, and I can’t make it stop.

Just make it stop.