We're living in a cave
I'm forcing things to change
the colors in this place
It's black here all the time
there's no remaining light
I might as well be blind
They need me more than I
need them most of the time
and I don't think that's right
I'm good at being bad
with numbers in my head
I'm counting one to ten, then leaving
I'm leaving this
I'm leaving this
I'm leaving this all behind
The bats are dead
they hang their heads
the bats are dead and so am I inside
I left the only place
that air has touched my face
I'm lost but not afraid of k**ing
There's something I can do
with everything I choose
at everything I lose
The people in my head
the things that they have said
are keeping me alive
Everything that I know
everything that I own
can't go with me when I go
I'm growing old
I'm growing old
I'm growing old wasting time
The people die
burn up inside
The people die, so will I
I'm growing old
I'm growing old
I'm growing old wasting time, oh
The people die
burn up inside
The people die, so will I