The Blunt

I will never be saved
Call me the lead balloon, unfit to scale all of the torment
Now left with even tangible scarring
You did this to yourself, you did this to yourself
Abducted by the transparent physician
You are the lead balloon, you are the lead balloon
The stench of heartache fills these rooms
It emerges from all that confines me
Underneath all these smiling costumes
We're all tumbling further downward
I have an affliction
It seems that it's the talk of the town
I have an affliction
Am I forever shackled by this curse?
I can't liberate myself
Am I here to help or to be helped?
I imagined it to be over by now, but it's not
It at no time is, it at no time ends, persevering
And as undying as ever
A descending, indefinite void, gradually consuming me
I resign myself; all the help I have ever been given whispers
Atrophy, decline, downfall, degeneration
I am the lead balloon, the end will fall upon me soon
I am forever the onliest
I did this to myself, I blame myself for this and
I will not forgive myself for what I've done