I am exploring the inside.
I find it desolate.
I do implore these confines now as they penetrate,
"recreate me."
I'm hovering throughout time.
I [bad word] in these days.
I [bad word]  cannot, I cannot find reflection in these days.

If you listen, (listen, listen) listen close, 
beat-by-beat, you can hear when a heart stops.
I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to
dust.

I am destroyed by the inside. 
I disassociate. 
I hope to destroy the ouside.
It will alleviate and elevate me.
Like water flowing into lungs, I'm flowing through these
days.
Like morphine drops through deadened veins I'm numbing in
these days. 

If you listen, (listen, listen) listen close, 
beat-by-beat, you can hear when a heart stops.
I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to
dust.

I know what died that night. 
It can never be brought back to life once again,I know. 
I know what died that night.
It can never be brought back to life once again,I know. 
I know I died that night and I'll never be brought back to
life.
Once again, I know.
I know I died that night and I'll never be brought back to
life.
Once again, I know.

If you listen, (listen, listen) listen close, 
beat-by-beat, you can hear when a heart stops.
I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to
dust.
If you listen, (listen, listen) listen close, 
beat-by-beat, you can hear when a heart stops.
I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to
dust