I hate the way Im feeling
This lack of hope Im stealing...

Distraught, my thoughts will cry
God knows all critics die...

The sky is bitter, everyone is tranced.
The fabric of time moves, forces unbalanced...

I hide it inside, I lock it in,
I turn my back, I banish sin...

You make me feel battered, twisted, screwed-up...
Scattered, fisted, ******-up, rejected...

Select your weapon and make your mark.
Let your blood run free, all pure and dark...

If I could sell my heart away
To you somehow or way...

If gloom should come down my way
On a dark and depressive lonely day...

The sentiment of regret
That now falls through this strange void...

Im thinking here, about life,
And how it can balance like the blade of a knife...

A lifeless face
Staring into space...

Im searching this room for a hint of you.
With you in my head, shining true...