There's a sound, more like a voice, in my head
it's like putting smoke back in a cigarette
sleeping all day to pretend that you're dead
but you force yourself awake because you can't stand your bed
when's this gonna stop?
I'm counting seconds on a broken clock
There's a song playing in my head,
"all hail the loved and the living dead"
What's the point of all my broken teeth?
Everything I fight for will be taken from me
Never cross a man who's seen the worst in you
Never cross a man who's seen the worst in himself
I remember the way that you held my hand
I was eight and I thought my world was gonna end
The monster in my closet slept in my mother's room
I beat my fear like he beat me
I don't want to be like you