Better Ways to Perish

I spared no effort to feed that ego with gold and love
I did my best in vain
If all the mistakes smell like mold
There is no reason why to insist on living the same way

I won't wait for the atrophy of my self-esteem
Charm stands behind this struggle and it's surfacing

But it will sink to the bottom
We forecast how we will fall
We forecast how we will fall
What the fuck is missing?
There's a better way to perish
I guess I gave away what I couldn't keep

I've washed my eyes with mud for so long that I can't see anything
And I've learned that I need no one... No one to support me

I can't believe things got like this
(I can't believe) things got like this

I won't wait for the atrophy of my self-esteem
Charm stands behind this struggle and it's surfacing

It will sink