Vices I Admire - For You All lyrics

So am I really only always and forever grating my nails against your head? Let me in. Where are you? Look from feet to the hands that push me over, blow this body on my back, blow me on my knees All I have is the page a paper turned my mind an inch away from wasting everyone, I bet you never thought I cared So f** it all, I'm so sick of trying, where I succeed is failing in the eyes of someone who doesn't even know. And the rest of you all can bow before me, here's your god, holy, hell like visiting me now, here's your verve, here's your spit And the rest of you all can walk upon me, oh where I sit I'm good at holding carpet for these wounds to return Don't you put this on me, I've got more to show you, so far gone I can't see where the f** I've got to go to pray All the times that I thought a word enough (to) prove myself as a saint, and who*e you my love Pray I've filled my hands with those I've crushed a thousand times All alone, here I am in my head, in my dance, voice I speak like I said, I am sick I know All in all for all I am is all I am, when all I am is all misunderstood, it's all because of me. And the rest of you all can gaze upon me, oh here's your final form, pity me your broken toy, I'll bathe in pride and broken gla** And the rest of you all can look upon me, oh what you've built is too much for a phrase to ever hold or return Don't you put this on me, I've got more to show you, you know one thing about me, sure that I don't know you, but I do, and I pray Your bitterness grows, your heart breaks, no more "f** it all"s you've found me I pray I don't bend like a twig, or fall from wings melt sun Busy mouths hide simple minds; have chewed my pitted seeds Vestigial eye showed me the backs of your spiked hands Pray You'd better run, you'd better rise Or I'll get some small control, and show you before we go One more thing: I'm yours.