Album Cover VOID

VOID

Melanie Martinez

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In the void, in the void, in the void, in the void

In the void, in the void, in the void, in the void, void, void, void, void, void, void, void, void, void

Baby

I′m spinning 'round the corner

It′s tasting kinda lonely

And my mind wants to control me

Ah, ah, ah, empty

There's rotten things left in me

Injected by society

No one here but me to judge me

Pipe down with the noise, I cannot bear my sorrow

I hate who I was before

I fear I won't live to see the day tomorrow

Someone tell me if this is hell

I gotta escape the void

There is no other choice, yeah

Try to turn down the voices

The void ate me

Look at the mess I′ve done

There is nowhere to run, yeah

Holding a loaded gun, the void

Like a priest behind confession walls, I judge myself

Kneeling on a metal grater

Bloody like a body that has died and it′s myself

Tangled in my own intestines

I gotta escape the void

There is no other choice, yeah

Gotta escape the void

So strange

I'm trying to find a doorway

My eyes are staring at me

And they seem so damn unhappy

C-c-c-collect

My fickle insecurities

And turn them into beauty

Alchemize the dark within me

Pipe down with the noise, I cannot bear my sorrow

I hate who I was before

I fear I won′t live to see the day tomorrow

Someone tell me if this is hell

I gotta escape the void

There is no other choice, yeah

Try to turn down the voices

The void ate me

Look at the mess I've done

There is nowhere to run, yeah

Holding a loaded gun, the void

Like a priest behind confession walls, I judge myself

Kneeling on a metal grater

Bloody like a body that has died and it′s myself

Tangled in my own intestines

I gotta escape the void

There is no other choice, yeah

Try to turn down the voices

The void ate me

Look at the mess I've done

There is nowhere to run, yeah

Holding a loaded gun, the void