FINAL PRODUCT | How to Eat Life (English Cover)【Trickle】「いのちの食べ方」

Hey guys, the tiers have been updated so this will be the last preview for the Droplet tier- but don't worry, you guys still get shoutouts on the endscreen for all the love and support!! I hate to rearrange perks, but I felt I needed to make things more streamlined and give better reasons to donate at certain tiers so feel free to check out the updated descriptions!
Anyway, I have a home now and I'm back at making covers! I really hope you all enjoy this song. I found it to be a struggle of inner-demons and the desire to change that sometimes we can never fully get a taste of. Some of us want to change for the better, but find that regret and self hatred eat us alive.
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Something's hungry inside of the backpacker
Once again eaten up by anger
Starving just for the chance to see your face
Is nothing more than a waste, an empty plate
Bibbidi Bobbide Bou-
I'll repeat again with no end
A waste of breath, I can't escape the things in me I fight
Yet again I hide all of this down inside
This is the wrong dish,
Nothing is in this,
Chasing a real meal is making me restless
I've been so cold, just wanted a hand to hold mine through the night
A warmth I'll never know or ever find

My heart is hard from beating on so empty
While drowning in a dirty sea within me
The waves have filled my cup now overflowing
I see it's beauty

Leap of faith,
There's still a chance to change before the day breaks
I'm running late, there's no time to waste
I want to blind my eyes
From these days I fight
And stop eating myself inside
I Couldn't find,
A way to hear your voice through my darkened mind
My head is spinning
Can't hide what lies behind
What we hide, and what we fight
We'll never be able to cover our eyes,
Though we try
Instead I'll eat my mind and fill my life with nothing inside

Dancing at night in my mind, a Mad Hatter
Close my eyes just to find he's not there
Starving just for the chance to see his face
Is nothing more than a waste, an empty plate

I'm crying at the thought of what I am
Memories tore my stomach open
The words I swallowed tight are thorns that stab me every night
What a waste of plate thinking that I could change

Thinking I'm human by
Using a cutting knife
Another lie I buy swallowing up my life
Table is full, we gather for my Last Supper tonight
I say my prayers before I thrust the knife

I slit your throat and eat your Adam's apple
Licking my fingers I've become animal
A fork is useless if these hands are feral
No one had taught me how to hold the handle
I didn't try to see the truth inside me,
I weighed my life and ate it all so blindly
While staring in the dying fire,
tell me,
What is it you see?

Leap of faith,
There's still a chance to change before the day breaks
I'm running late, there's no time to waste
I want to blind my eyes
From these days I fight
And stop eating myself inside
I Couldn't find,
A way to hear my voice through my darkened mind
My head is spinning
Can't hide what lies behind
What we hide, and what we fight
We'll never be able to cover our eyes,
Though we try
Instead I'll eat my mind and fill my life with nothing inside

Take the knife
Before I finish eating myself tonight