Non Responsive

If you don't wake up from the beating, the screaming
Does that mean that your lips will soon go cold?
How do I come to terms with the damage I've done?

Bleeding out in the womb
Falling darker
You think there'd be regrets, but emptiness takes bloom
Inside of you

Everything turns to shit
Inside my calloused hands
Claw the cracks, full collapse
And now I'm finally whole
In a chest without a soul

There's no more beauty in life
Without the kiss of our knives
The sight of everything wounded
Soured by the cuts in your eyes
Heed the call of your demise

I can see in your non-responsive eyes
As they're staring into mine
And we start to blur the lines
Between who's laying on the ground
And who's living in who's mind

And slowly, as I cut more and more away
And the world forgets your name
I know you're laying on the ground
Cold and vacant

I know you're laying on the ground
Cold and vacant