But how can 
Something so beautiful 
Walk like the living dead? 
Buried alive 
Makes me [bad word] sick 

I saw the promise in your eyes 
Trapped inside 
Gave my empathy 
To bring you back to life 
But you destroyed yourself 
As you bow from grace 
You waste another day 
Pretending life will fall into place 
Stop regressing, descending 
Going back to your old [bad word] ways 
Back to the grave 

Time and time and time again 
Why did you lie to yourself 
And your friends 
You're pathetic 
How can you look at yourself 
In the mirror? 

Time and time and time again 
I brought you back to life 
Still you betray I will not forget this 
Listen here you [bad word] 
You're full of [bad word] 

But how can 
Something so beautiful 
Walk like the living dead? 
Buried alive 
Makes me [bad word] sick 

Now kiss goodbye 
To what you could have been 
You could be anything 
Many things 
Makes me [bad word] sick 

I saw the promise in your eyes 
But you're blind 
And you will always play the victim 
For the rest of your life 
Engulfed by the flames as you fall from grace 
You're lying through your teeth 
And now your wings shall burn from your act of deception 

How can you look in the mirror 
Without you things are so much clearer 
How does it feel to be buried alive 
You prick 
There is nothing you can do to survive this 

But how can 
Something so beautiful 
Walk like the living dead? 
Buried alive 
Makes me [bad word] sick 
Now kiss goodbye to what you could have been 
You could be anything, many things 
Makes me [bad word] sick