I am clearly broken
And no one knows what to do
Pieces of the puzzles don’t fit so [bad word] into you

Itching is a pulse inside
Screaming out [bad word] alive
It’s just you and I
It’s time to

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

I can’t wait to rip my eyes out and look at you
Peace through pain is trash
Especially when it’s done by you

Itching is a pulse inside
Screaming out [bad word] alive
It’s just you and I
It’s time to

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 

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 [x3]