| Sick of all my heroes
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| Trying to show me how to bleed
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| Fed up with my shadows
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| Always trying to get the best of me
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| I know I’m 'bout to lose
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| But I refuse to stop and play it safe
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| This is the best I can
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| I have no plans to show
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| The best I can
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| I had my chance to blow
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| I’ve been trying to find a way
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| To learn how to feel
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| I’ve been trying to find a way
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| To keep the poison under my skin
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| Let me kneel before my sins
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| Hear the devil calling my name
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| Looking back inside the soul
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| Is it me I have to blame?
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| Suffocating in a tiny cage
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| Somebody built for me
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| Guilts have turned into a monster
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| Feeding on my sanity
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| This leash around my neck is dragging me
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| And ties me to the whipping post
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| This is the best I can
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| I have no plans to show
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| The best I can
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| I had my chance to blow
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| I’ve been trying to find a way
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| To learn how to feel
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| I’ve been trying to find a way
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| To keep the poison under my skin
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| Let me kneel before my sins
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| Hear the devil calling my name
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| Looking back inside the soul
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| Is it me I have to blame?
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| I’ve been trying to find a way
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| To learn how to feel
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| I’ve been trying to find a way
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| To keep the poison under my skin
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| Let me kneel before my sins
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| Hear the devil calling my name
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| Nothing’s left inside my soul |