Peeling through the layers, where the fuck have the years gone?n'87 to right now, I lost myself inside the fog.nAfraid we'll have to amputate all your wasted dialoguesnWearing my suburban frown,nI let my body drown.nLost track of the resilience that once helped me from falling down.nDon't carry my casket, throw my ashes to the wind.nnBegin the culmination.nnThey say good things come with agenCancer, finances, jobs with shitty paynDisdain for my coming of age.nWisdom's a prisoner to my pent up rage.nComfort in sins tuck me into my death bed.nPeeling through the layers, where the fuck have the years gone?n'87 to right now, I lost myself inside the fog.nAfraid we'll have to amputate all your wasted dialogues.nnBeen depressed about the adult crash.nYeah, I never thought I'd be tricked like that.nFor all I know still got a ways to gonUntil I'm leaving for good and aint lookin' back.nBottom of the deepest ocean,nWasn't quite what I was hopin'.nOld wounds found ways to reopen,nLeaving me confused.nVictims of imagination,nDo my best to fight persuasion.nDon't know if I have the patiencenTo wait it out and maybe bloom.