VERSE 
COPACETIC 
(JUST A LITTLE BIT)
YEAH, I’D LIKE TO BE THAT
IF FIXING ME WAS SO EASY, 
I WOULDA DONE THAT YEARS AGO
(YEAH, OKAY)
APATHETIC
(BEEN TOO MUCH OF IT)
NAH, I’LL KEEP IT THAT WAY
DAY IN AND DAY OUT, I’M FACED WITH THE SAME
(DAY IN, DAY OUT, DAY IN, DAY OUT)
MUST BE A GAME, FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO PLAY
SOME DAYS, I’M BURNING THROUGH MOODS
THEN, INCONCEIVABLY COOL
MESSED UP, RIGHT DOWN TO THE ROOT
BLEEDIN’ OUT FROM THE CORE 
THAT I DUG DOWN TO

PRE-CHORUS
I’M IN THE DARKEST SPACE 
THAT I’VE EVER BEEN, I’M DROWNING
LOOKED FOR MYSELF AND I WAS FOUND WANTING

CHORUS
GOIN’ OUT MY MIND AGAIN
FRAYIN’ AT THE EDGES AND
MIDDLING IN SUFFERIN’ 
I CAN’T SEEM TO FIND AN END 
BLOODIED, BATTERED, BRUISED AGAIN
BUT, MY SOUL IS SET TO WIN
IT’S CONSTANT STRESS, DELIRIOUS
BUT, STILL I REMAIN INVICTUS

POST-CHORUS
I’M IN THE DARKEST SPACE, 
UNLIKE I’VE EVER BEEN. 
I’M TRAPPED INSIDE MY HEAD.
EGO, IT’S LOOKING GRIM.

VERSE
ASYMPTOMATIC
(WHEN IT’S AT IT’S WORST)
TRYING HARD TO HOLD ON
CONFESSING THIS IS NO EASY THING,
WHEN IT’S FOR ATTENTION YOU THINK I AM VYING
SYMPTOMATIC
(DOING ALL I CAN)
BUT, YOU NEVER SAW IT THAT WAY
INSOMNIAC MOST NIGHTS, AWAKE YET AWAY
WHEN I TRY TO ACT RIGHT, I FEEL LIKE A FAKE
SOME NIGHTS I CAN’T HELP WONDER WHY 
AFTER ALL THAT’S HAPPENED, WHY I’M STILL ALIVE
CAN’T PUT IT BEHIND ME, I’VE TRIED TO FORGET
O, BRUTUS, TELL JUDAS, Y’ALL AIN’T SUFFERED YET, OOH WOAH

PRE-CHORUS
I’M IN THE DARKEST SPACE 
THAT I’VE EVER BEEN, I’M DROWNING
LOOKED FOR MYSELF AND I WAS FOUND WANTING

CHORUS
GOIN’ OUT MY MIND AGAIN
FRAYIN’ AT THE EDGES AND
MIDDLING IN SUFFERIN’ 
I CAN’T SEEM TO FIND AN END 
BLOODIED, BATTERED, BRUISED AGAIN
BUT, MY SOUL IS SET TO WIN
IT’S CONSTANT STRESS, DELIRIOUS
BUT STILL I REMAIN INVICTUS

POST-CHORUS
I’M IN THE DARKEST SPACE, 
CAN’T SEE BEYOND THE PAIN.
ALTHOUGH, I’VE LOST MY MIND,
I’LL MAKE IT THROUGH IN TIME.

BRIDGE
I HAVE DONE MY BEST TO SURVIVE.
THERE’S NO HOPE LEFT, BUT I’LL STILL TRY. 
I’M IN THE DARKEST SPACE, THAT I’VE EVER BEEN,
I’M DROWNING
TRYING TO HOLD ON, AND HOPE FOR THE SUN

CHORUS
GOIN’ OUT MY MIND AGAIN
FRAYIN’ AT THE EDGES AND
MIDDLING IN SUFFERIN’ 
I CAN’T SEEM TO FIND AN END 
BLOODIED, BATTERED, BRUISED AGAIN
BUT, MY SOUL IS SET TO WIN
IT’S CONSTANT STRESS, DELIRIOUS
BUT STILL I REMAIN INVICTUS

POST-CHORUS
SKY’S FALLING OUT MY HANDS.
LOOKS LIKE I’VE LOST AGAIN.