Nothings ever right, or even ever wrong,
Everything’s a mess, not ever what it seems...

I sit here every night
i cut my wrists...

I think you are standing on a battlefield,
I think you have lost your weapon...

I think you are standing on a battlefield,
I think you have lost your weapon...

You laugh and you joke
And you think it's all a game...

I've stopped breathing
mission success...

Ever wondered why we do it
Why we create more ‘pain...

Every-thing's just gone to my head
it was annoying me all day...

You told him my secret
one i didn't want him to hear...

You think I still care,
I don't...

Ever felt so cold inside
that not even a fire could warm you up...

Failure, Failure
it's ringing in my head...