and lose itself so fast? When - did everything succumb - did everything go numb Did everything lobotomize what it's become? WHEN - DOES EVERYTHING COME
I tried to tell you but you simply obeyed They didn't listen so they threw you away Now all you do is talk - I don't wanna hear your bullshit Is this what
asking now. I will not be afraid, I will not be afraid. Ive done this on my own and I don?t care what you do to me, I woulnt hand over what is
What the hell is free about it? Now we've reached the end, Just get it over with. But this is building to an anemic conclusion. Come what(ever) may,
saw it coming Yeah, carved right into me Because I am made of scars Yes, I am made of scars Yes, I am made of scars That's what I'm made of (Thanks
I'm walking through your streets I'm looking in your windows I am elemental now You'll never even know I'm there I'm watching over you I'm living in
be today? Now my chest is tight ? no, I am not all right It doesn't have to be this way Why does it have to be this way? I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG,
ll be gone All we ever do is talk We like to ride but never walk We make it so damn easy We get bored Why can't anybody see What's good for you is good
Maybe its time i saw the world I'm only gere for a while But patiences is not my style And im so tired i gotta go What am i suppose to want now What
I ever did was try, but the story ends So I guess I'ma have to die What am I supposed to now? How am I supposed to live now? What am I supposed
soul becomes Initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes You cant expect a bit of hope And while your outside looking in Describing what you see Remember what
"This fluid feels like pain This stoic mood is all in vain I reach into the dark I tear this other me apart How many years ago How many deaths I can'
tried to tell you but you simply obeyed They didn't listen, so they threw you away Now all you do is talk I don't wanna hear your bullshit Is this what
This fluid feels like pain This stoic mood is all in vain I reached into the dark I tear this other me apart How many years ago? How many deaths I can
decay and lose itself so fast? When did everything succumb, did everything go numb Did everything lobotomize what it's become? When does everything come
initialized And folded up like paper dolls and little notes You can't expect a bit of folks So while you're outside looking in Describing what you see Remember what
I saw the world I'm only here for a while But patience's is not my style And I'm so tired that I gotta go What am I suppose to hide now? What am I suppose
away! What am I supposed to do now? How am I supposed to live now? All I ever did was try but the story ends So I guess I'll have to die What am I