Act III Lyrics

Die.

My existence feels like I'm walking upstream,
through a current strong enough to pull me...
Pull me under.
Four times over. Four times over.
Four times over. Four times over.

There are others with me, but they are walking along the banks, telling me to, "just get out of the water."
But instead of extending a hand in help they move on, and leave me behind.

Every once in a while I find a rock that is strong enough for me to lean on, and I can rest for a bit.
But the rocks always get tired of holding me up, and when they let go, I'm left drowning and thrown back.

And nothing is harder than standing up to that current, when everything in you is telling you how much easier things would be, if you just let yourself get dragged under.

I don't think you understand yourself.
I definitely don't understand myself.

I am not a victim of anything, for I am my own controversy,
and my own reprisal.

You can't kill yourself.
This will not be the absolution,
I will still be with you.
You can't shake me like the chills.
I was born with you and you can never change that,
and all of these problems you've faced in life won't go away.
So go ahead, drown yourself out.
I will haunt you in death like I haunted you in life.