Cruel Hand Motions That Lie Lyrics

I am caught
There's no way out
of an endless existance;
created myself.
My days are aligned
none too defined.
Living and breathing are motions that lie.
Endless weeks,
end me please.
Hours that pass
ours to bleed.
I see no end
the end sees me.
He knows my face;
I'm waiting to meet. Endless weeks
End me please
Hours that pass
Ours to bleed
This is a cycle
so familiar, one that I cannot break.
Every time that it starts over
all this pressure
increases in weight.
increases in weight
increases in weight
endless weeks
end me please
hours that pass
ours to
bleed