Plague (Far From Finished)

I feel kind of weakness It’s a kind of mental sickness Caused by caffeine and cigarettes Aggravation from the shit I regret I’m wasting away But I can’t help but laugh at my own decay Rot away from within But the feeling’s so intoxicating Think I lost my voice of reason Guess I learned my last lesson I hear something like a whisper But all I see is my own murder Struggle with mental compensation I’ve got my own reservations Don’t come too close there’s nothing I trust The words have all faded my brains gone to dust I’m wasting away But I can’t help but laugh at my own decay Rot away from within But the feeling’s so intoxicating I’m running out of time (it’s a plague that lives within my mind) I’m running out of time (it’s a plague that lives within my mind) I’m running out of time (it’s a plague that lives within my mind)