Testo Fading Away

drifting down the ocean
a shell of a dying man
i dont have a thought in my head
i dont care where im going
or where ive been
im drifting down the ocean
blood runs through my hands
i cant stop the bleeding it might be too late for me
but there might be hope or you
im drifting down the ocean
the pain is too much too bare
this life is nothing,
this life has nothing for me