From the album Passion/Bliss - EP
This is a song about blaming someone else for your own numbness. The narrator loops the same question over and over, but asking it has become the replacement for actually looking for an answer. The threat at the bridge gives it away: self-rescue is framed as revenge, which means the speaker needs the 'you' to stay guilty more than they need to feel anything again.
The passion I once had is now the ashes in my vault
Ashes go in urns, not vaults. A vault is where you keep something valuable and protected. The narrator is hoarding the evidence of what died instead of scattering it.
I repress my daily routine / But I tolerate it still
You can't repress something you're tolerating. Repression that admits it's failing isn't repression. The narrator is watching themselves go numb and narrating it like that makes it less their fault.
If you don't help me, I'll manage to help myself / But then I'll be victorious
Victory is a weird word for getting your life back. It only makes sense if the real goal is making someone else lose. Self-rescue here is a threat, not hope.
Where is my passion? / Where is my passion? / Where is my passion?
The question has become a chant. It's not actually searching anymore. Asking it is the routine the narrator claims to repress but clearly can't let go of.
The real tell is that the narrator never says what they were once passionate about. It exists only as an absence, which makes it easier to blame someone else for taking it. By the end, the repeated question sounds less like grief and more like a script the speaker has memorized to avoid ever having to answer it.