Apathetic Tongues Lyrics

On this trail of a thousand missteps, we carry the weight of neglect.
And even through self-mutilation, I still haven't found salvation.

Melancholy was the hammer, and wanderlust the nails.
They built this coffin, where I can rest on my own.

I am sick of seeking comfort in my grief.
I am tired of seeking horizons I can't see.

Let me rest here on my own, for there is no place where I belong.
Maybe the depths will appreciate what I am worth.