Lost transmissions sent straight from my heartnChoked to death by my tonguennI'm drowning out distress signals with guiltnI'm not the one you'll come to trust untilnnSunday, where did you come from? Someday, where did you go? nI waste my time on pointless things that tear apart my skullnnI'm drowning out distress signals with guilt?nA pessimist with optimistic intentnnHurts to wake up, plans to break off people to ignorenI plan to take up where I left off nBurning hopes in hell