| Awake now
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| And it feels like the rest are all sleepin' sound
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| Afraid now
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| 'Cause I hear how the broken are weepin' aloud
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| The blame now
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| Is shifting away from the guilty and proud
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| A shame how
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| I can’t find a way to be healthy with quiet mind
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| Now it seems like I’m dying
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| (I can’t cure the morbid fascination it seems)
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| But I know I’m denying to go
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| (I can’t find the love and admiration I need)
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| There is no use in trying
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| (I can’t cure the mental aggravation in me)
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| But it feels like I’m dying alone
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| I ache so
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| For the respite I find in my weakness, I’m drowned
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| It takes oh
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| So long for denial to breach this mind
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| So rake now
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| Your nails down the backs of the faithless, enshroud
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| And break down
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| The ones who deny you your greatness
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| Thy will be done
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| Now it seems like I’m dying
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| (I can’t cure the morbid fascination it seems)
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| But I know I’m denying to go
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| (I can’t find the love and admiration I need)
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| There is no use in trying
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| (I can’t cure the mental aggravation in me)
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| But it feels like I’m dying alone |