Hell's Bottomless Pits

How many times must we take this ride?
I’m fucking tired, I’m hungry
This feeling’s overwhelming
We’re passing through sunsets
And hells bottomless pits
It’s always the only road left through the morning
I’m feeling the grip I have on life being warned
Feeling frustrations eternally breaking the walls
You said that you’re sorry that it’s been so long
I said your words have no meaning, compassion, or feeling
The sun rises and sets on meaningless secrets
And brings to my heart all that I have not learned to let go.