When did the walls grow this tall
And the darkness begin to fall
When did I lose the sense of control
How much can I [bad word] 
And I'm lying here
I'm tired I'm worn
 [bad word] from within

It's taking me over
It's making me weak
Brought my doubts to the surface
It's leaving me helpless with no air to breathe
I belong to the shallow
To the ones who praise retreat
I stumble and falter

Who's there to catch me when I stumble
Reduce the pain of my fall
Be my embrace [bad word] 
And the voice that ease it all
And I'm lying here
So tired so torn
 [bad word] from within

It's taking me over
It's making me weak
Brought my doubts to the surface
It's leaving me helpless with no air to breathe
I belong to the shallow
To the ones who praise retreat
I stumble and falter
And it's taking me over

For as long as I remember
I fought this war alone
And the blood on my hands the weight of the cross
Are bricks in a wall
Built from vengeance

It's taking me over
It's making me weak
Brought my doubts to the surface
Tides rise from within
I belong to the shallow
To the ones who praise retreat
I stumble and falter