[1st verse:]

no matter how hard you crank, you’ll never stuff the blank within
to turn around and look behind becomes a baneful sin
i crouch and creep, more spent proceed
to barely flee, get off the murk in me

[refrain:]

how can i survive? how can i reach your shelf?
why do i need my life to kill myself?

[2nd verse:]

aspiration fades away as i try to grab it
my eyes are fraught with haze, unable to attack it
i wind and scrape but no dram spalls,
how can I want to see behind these salving walls?

[refrain:]

how can i survive? will i avail myself?
is my life demise? should insight be shelved?