RIPPING THROUGH THE SINEW, WE BLEED TO SURVIVE
SCAR TISSUE FORMS ON CALLOUSED HANDS TO KEEP THE FLESH BENEATH ALIVE
EVERY DAY MY TIME IS WASTED AWAY, AND I CAN FEEL IT SLIPPING RIGHT THROUGH MY HANDS
FROM THIS CAGE I WATCH IT FADE AS MY LIFE DRIFTS AWAY
YEARNING FOR DISTRACTION, WE'RE DISCONTENT WITH OUR LIVES. FOR PLEASURE WE PRAY, THEY TAKE IT AWAY
THEY'LL TAKE TIL THEY'VE GOT WHAT THEY WANT FROM YOU NOW
I FEEL IT CRUSHING MY SOUL