Текст песни The End of My Days - Bearwolf

Caught in a shitstorm and I'm all out of paper
Don't know what you think, but I know you aren't my savior
Better off dead, Hell's better than this hole
I'll meet you on the other side
Or when you've sold your soul

Here it's all frozen, so I'm freezing this over
Don't call me back unless emotional sober
Won't waste a dime more
So I'm selling you short
Take this as final, this is my last report

I keep on sailing the seven seas
I tell myself everything must cease

I can't imagine, how to get you, out of my ways
I might be stuck here 'till the end of my days