"S.O.S." lyrics

Conquer, destroy, invade
For this is my crusade
Crashing down, burning out
So lost but now I'm found
Conquer, destroy, invade
For this is my crusade
I won't be bound, won't be found six feet under ground

Why does it feel so good to hurt or do what I despise
When I should be strengthening my mind
What provokes me is only the beginning
Wrestling this restless battle
Forced into a state of submission

How am I supposed to run away
When I'm the one I am running from

I'm tangled up dealing with trauma
It's sweet to the taste
But bitter to the brain
Like clockwork, I'm going insane
It's not the calloused hands that fail you
It's poison infused beneath the skin
Exhume a way of living from within
How can I fix what's broken

I may be sick, but I'm not the sickness
I need to find a way to heal from this
I may be sick but I'm not the sickness
These wounds are self inflicted

I found a way to navigate through the storms
They would sway me like a ship at sea
Now the rain hits my face
And washes away the shame I used to carry

Soaring so high up in the clouds
It's not about trying to find a way out

Conquer, destroy, invade
For this is my crusade
Crashing down, burning out
So lost but now I'm found
Conquer, destroy, invade
For this is my crusade
I won't be bound, won't be found six feet under ground

Torn between false security
And the truth behind honesty
To unearth serenity forever
Submit to the season of surrender

It won't consume me
It won't consume me, no

All greatness will starve
Until it's saved by adversity
Adversity
Old ways are forgotten
When new days are full of dreams
Full of dreams, full of dreams

My new days are full of dreams