| The doctors shake their heads
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| They chain around the bed
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| They’re looking for a reason to why I’m still not dead
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| The medicine’s not working
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| I haven’t sleep for days
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| The light is shone right through me
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| The skeleton is weighed
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| Incurable, I’m helpless — the mind and body weak
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| I have so much to tell you but I can’t seem to speak
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| Incurable, I’m lonely
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| The city empties out
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| I live inside the shadow — the shadow of a doubt
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| The cannons fire across me
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| I cannot make the trial
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| The seasons crash around me
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| The bones are in denial
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| My temper is a tower
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| The church will not provide
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| You closed the drawer upon me
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| I am unclassified
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| Incurable, I’m helpless — the mind and body weak
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| I have so much to tell you but I can’t seem to speak
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| Incurable, I’m lonely
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| The city empties out
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| I live inside the shadow — the shadow of a doubt
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| The romance of the season is wasted on the weak
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| I stayed in bed through snowfall
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| I tried to get some sleep
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| Invisible and broken
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| The spirit has moved out
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| Words that were unspoken, I cannot live without
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| A strange light beckons me this way
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| A strange life beckons me this way |