If Pleasure’s Gone 156/Silence

I consent to nothing if you're just gonna nitpick me every single chance that you get
To bitch, you insist
Enough of all this shit
You couldn't fix me with help from anything that you give and you're twisting my wrist to force the pieces fit
Puzzled the unlinked but dragging through the distance
Wishing you listened enough to understand
Some of the symptoms have left me with a sickness
I'm giving to each and every single one of them but

I'm not done
I'm not giving up
Give in to me
Give it to me
If I say that I'm quitting, don't pity for mе
Pity for me

If this is all that life has laid out for me
Thеn I deserve to feel the worsening decrease, see
If I was lost I'd climb to the tallest peak
And ask myself if it's more worth it to hide or seek
And what's been lost has found to be hurting me
More than I ever could imagine, how could it be?
If pleasure's gone then let me go back to sleep
'Cause I don't want to have to wake up to the vacant mourning

Distraught and I can't seem to flee from this and what not
I've caught a virus in deceit
What if I'm possibly a victim?
A broken concept seen and unreported
Systems, diminishing indeed