Its getting Darknto the point where I cant see you standingnface to the corner, staring blankly down the hall nthe t.v's blaring full blast nplaying a video of your same, sad, sorry lifenand you let this town take you alivenare you suprisednthat paradise could make you feel so deadnsome could stay forever and live happily depressednyoure halfway therenwaking up to rain cloudsnis ike waking up in heaven with a headachensome could stay forever and live happily depressed nyour halfway therenhell must be emptyncause all the demons walk the streets you ownnhell must be emptynim so fucking sick of routinenstaples through your eyelids just to sleep nstrapped into your blanketsnand breathing in the smoke youve longed to tastenwell hell much be emptyncause all the demons walk the streets you own n n n n