The past is cold 
It's as black as heart 
Buried deep inside your soul 
Find a way to break the mold 

There's nothing new 
Left for me 
She's crawling away 
One choice left; decay 

Head first through everything in sight 
I'm leaving all I have behind 
Distant voices pierce through my skin  [bad word] away yet standing still 

Photographic memories of an erased past surface again 
Scanning through everything I can but I'll never understand 

Head first through everything in sight 
I'm leaving all I have behind 
Distant voices pierce through my skin  [bad word] away yet standing still 

Disarray, with nowhere left [bad word] 
cycle of failures creep up on me 
It's poisons are pumping through the wires inside 

Head first through everything in sight 
I'm leaving all I have behind 
Distant voices pierce through my skin  [bad word] away yet standing still 
 [bad word] away yet standing still  [bad word] away yet standing still