My sickness is suffocating

The world is silenced with my quiet

Shifting and spreading

Spreading and shifting.

My very existence is hanging on fate

Why is it fate's choice whether I deserve this hell hole?

Shifting and spreading

Spreading and shifting.

My voice, my words are hidden with everyone spewing nonsense

Saying something, meaning nothing

Shifting and spreading

Spreading and shifting.

Life is not a gift as we first thought

Death is the sweetest release anyone could give me

Shifting and spreading

Spreading and shifting.