I am clearly broken
And no one knows what to do
Pieces of the puzzle don't fit
So I pound them into you
Itching is the pulse inside
Creeping out [bad word] alive
It's just doing what it's gonna do
 [bad word] ]
Times are looking grim these days
Holding on to everything
It's hard to draw the line

Shut the [bad word] up, get up!
Shut the [bad word] up, get up!
Shut the [bad word] up, get up!

I can't wait to rip my eyes out and look at you
Peace through pain is precious
Especially when it's done by you
Itching is a pulse inside
Creeping out [bad word] alive
It's just doing what it's gonna do
 [bad word] ]
Times are looking grim these days
Holding on to everything
It's hard to draw the line
And I, I'm hiding 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!

Shut

Shut

Up!

Shut
Up!
 [bad word] ]
Times are looking grim these days
Holding on to everything
It's hard to draw the line
And I, I'm hiding 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!