I am clearly broken
And no one knows what to do
Pieces of the puzzle don't fit
So [bad word] into you

It changes the pulse inside
Creeping up [bad word] alive
It's just doing what it's gunna do

Times are looking grim these days
Holding onto everything
It's hard to draw the line
And I am crying in this empty space
Tortured by my memories
Of what I left behind

SHUT THE [bad word] UP
GET UP!

SHUT THE [bad word] UP
GET UP!

SHUT THE [bad word] UP
GET UP!