I fill my head with broken sounds
Cheap promises, poisoned grounds
Every song pulls me further down
Teaching me how to slowly drown

I let the noise decide my pace
I wear the anger on my face
What I consume becomes my skin
I call it art, but it’s a sin

Bad music kills the little sense I have
It tears apart what’s left of my mind
I could have left this vicious circle
But I chose the poison every time

It feeds my rage, it feeds my flaws
Gives my weakness a fake applause
I press repeat, I know itži’s wrong
Still I let it pull me along

Bad music kills the little sense I have
It burns the bridge I’m standing on
I could have escaped this vicious circle
But now I barely know what’s gone

Not every sound deserves my soul
Not every voice should take control
What I listen to — I become
And I’ve been wrong for far too long

Bad music kills the little sense I have
It leaves me weaker every time
I could have left this vicious circle
But I let the poison call it mine

Maybe silence is the cure
When the noise is insecure
If I ever change my way
I’ll choose what I let inside my brain