| Well, these are dark days
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| When I’m staring at a mirror in the corner
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| And I see both sides of who I should be
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| A heritage, an excuse, or a black spot in my blood
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| Like a shooter in a dark room waiting
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| I don’t want to let him out
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| Because I’m afraid of what he’ll do
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| It’s got me worried
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| Am I the one? |
| Hate more than love?
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| Imploding, killing my brothers
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| So, please don’t judge me for the failure I’m gonna be
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| I don’t want to leave this couch, I’m afraid to go to war
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| So I stay inside and I fuck myself blind
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| But I want to know if we’ve been promised so much more
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| Then how do I get it?
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| Nothing’s ever really worked out this far
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| I’m well past the point of giving up
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| It’s got me thinking
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| That I’m the one, hate more than love
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| Imploding, killing my brothers
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| I’m the one, hate more than love
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| Imploding, killing my brothers |