These problems exist inside my mind like a heavy New Orleans fog
My thinking has slowed itself down to a crawl unwillingly

Compassion fueled
By Depression
My savior is death
Does this make sense

The wind has picked up 
Since last night
And it carries with it grief

Our worried nature drowns us in a frigid ocean of regret
My breathing stand still just long enough to feel inept

Compassion fueled
By Depression
My savior is death
Does this make sense

Me on the receiving end of honest hostility
And you
On the giving end of frustration

Compassion fueled
By Depression
My savior is death
Does this make sense

My love is silenced 
By ignorance
My answer is death

Does this make sense
Does this make sense
Does this make sense
Does this make sense