The Raging Sea

Who am I?

The fear is sinking in

Your hands are getting colder as my talent's wearing thin

All I ever wanted was the space to put my head

You took my need to be loved and you hung me from a bridge

I'm your poster, I'm your trend

I am your lover, am I your friend? Oh

Thirty-six minutes of your time

Please just let me change your mind

If I sang the right words, would you decide to stay?

Please stay

Can I make it out?

Will I make it out?

Is there any point?

What's the (Fucking point?)

Yeah, yeah

All my days are wasted dreams

I know that's not the type of thing you wanna hear from me

I'll cut my words in pieces if it's what'll help you sleep

I'm not drowning, and I'm happy

Hidden in the shadows

Of someone else's money stacked so tall

It blocks the show

The boy who's on a string

Hoping that the crowd will never know

But who am I?

What's my purpose?

Dry your eyes

Pull the curtain

We're selling sadness

Well, aren't you worthless?

Don't you trust me?

Don't you want this?

Can I make it out?

Will I make it out?

Is there any point?

What's the fucking point?

Can I make it out?

Will I make it out?

Is there any point?

What's the fucking point?

Can I make it out?

Will I make it out?

Is there any point?

What's the fucking point?

What's the fucking point?