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

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

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

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

Wrap me in your happiness
Coat me in your sadness...

I miss you
When it seems...

I stare in awe at the paper on her bed
Folded neatly with fear and dread...

A feeling I get deep in the chest
Causing stages of nothing, empty of rest...

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...