This Tortured Soul - Tired lyrics

Lyrics: Scot Edgell Music: This Tortured Soul Feel the blood warm in my hand, as I pound my fists to sand. Of myself I've lost control, and my mouth drips hot with foam. Directions are closing on everything. Exquisite corrosion, and all that it brings. Keep on talking at my head. F*** with me until I'm mad. I'm tired, so tired. All is lost and all is pain. All is given nothing gained. Understand what breeds a lie, so complete I don't try. Keep on talking at my head. F*** with me until I'm mad. I'm content here with myself, in my own green living shell. With a creeping swift ascent from a sea of nothingness. I don't mind the losing all that I had, 'cause I've found a new thing...and it's not half bad. I'm tired...so tired.