Sometimes I think that I’ve lost all my direction Contempt with this projection, well give it time And I’m not sure if I should brush my teeth and lie in bed Get some sleep or try again to get anything done
Giving up has never been so easy
Look at me Doomed to cycle through eternity Someone help me out I can see, my own mind is suffocating me And I’m so filled with doubt That I’ll ever make it out
It’s hard to feel like I’ve got a sense of urgency And I don’t care I’m barely scraping by But I’m pretty sure that I could be so much better off If I could just do what was in my head
Look at me Doomed to cycle through eternity Someone help me out I can see, my own mind is suffocating me And I’m so filled with doubt That I’ll ever make it Run to my car in the dead of winter Cold air it burns my face But I’m not late, I’m just impatient And I’ve got no time to waste There's so many things I’d like to get done I’ll never get done at this rate Medicate to motivate
Look at me Doomed to cycle through eternity Someone help me out I can see, my own mind is suffocating me And I’m so filled with doubt Don’t think I’ll ever make it out I don’t know what to do When all I want to do is… Stop
Song Description:
The song "Make It Out" by Runaway Richochet captures the struggle of feeling lost and overwhelmed by life's demands. The lyrics convey a sense of uncertainty and self-doubt, with the protagonist questioning their own abilities and feeling suffocated by their own thoughts. The urgency to break free from this cycle of negativity is palpable, as the singer expresses a desire to make a change and find a way out of their current situation. The chorus emphasizes the feeling of being trapped in a never-ending cycle, pleading for help and expressing a longing to escape. The imagery of running to the car in the dead of winter adds to the sense of urgency and frustration, highlighting the constant struggle to keep moving forward despite feeling stuck. Overall, "Make It Out" is a raw and honest reflection on the challenges of finding direction and purpose in the midst of inner turmoil.
Runaway Richochet - pathetic Apathy weighs heavy on the chest Laying down but I can't get any rest Read the same paragraph a thousand times Don't process the words between the lines It's not
Runaway Richochet - Make It Out Sometimes I think that I’ve lost all my direction Contempt with this projection, well give it time And I’m not sure if I should brush my teeth and lie in bed Get some sleep or try