| Perhaps another day is what it needs to regenerate
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| Twisted mind broken down, can’t tell a heart what it should feel
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| Keep the agony locked inside
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| Have faith to hang on strong
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| My mind doesn’t trust mechanics
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| Every part of me was fitted wrong
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| Nothing that was ever built
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| Troubled minds aren’t meant to last
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| A downfall of my sane thoughts
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| Only anger had survived
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| So much fury locked away
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| The biggest part of me was only about you
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| Unable to fix or fill this hole, user’s manual has been erased
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| A spare part I had forgotten
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| So much fury I locked away
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| This mechanic couldn’t handle all this hatred in one place
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| Pilot on automatic
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| Nothing worse than a blind man’s walk
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| A constant painflow
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| Severed head from heart
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| Here is where the banished dwell, lying broken in the dust
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| No tool known to man to fix the way I feel
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| Image imprint reflects: stained steel waterfall
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| They can’t reach me. |
| No salvation!
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| No hope left, for the answer I found denying takes me one step closer
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| Sending this body down to earth
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| Hit the concrete. |
| Facing concrete
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| Swandive from above
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| The biggest part of me lying scattered on the asphalt
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| No one I ever told
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| From heaven I descend
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| So much fury, locked away
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| Fix the way I feel stronger |