How do we let ourselves come to this? Victims of angry words and violent fists And each bitter blood cell drips Value until we're worthless If I could save myself, I'd take the first way out I'd thread the line and find a way to leave this hell And who I am is fading As I turn phone calls away Living like d**h inside this Living in fear of judgement If I could save myself, I'd take the first way out I'd thread the line and find a way to leave this hell