The blood has dried, the time has passed,
 With our devices, built to last,
 Somehow, someway, we just keep going...
 So afraid, so strained, [bad word] by, 
 The weight, of the world, 
 Somehow, I just keep going,

 Like tore-up ragged toys,
 That stich is good enough,
 I don't think we'll break,
 But we'll sherly awake,
 Like tore-up ragged toys,
 That stich is good enough,
 I don't think we'll break,
 But we'll sherly awake,

 Each day, I burn out feeling ashamed,
 Each night, spent looking for escape,
 All the maddness, just won't go away,
 Each day, I burn out feeling ashamed,
 Each night, spet looking for escape,
 All the maddness, just won't go away,

 Your voice a hollow echo, from a distanv yesterday,
 Put me into adolencense, push me to deprevity,
 AnD my mind's on fire, overwhelmed in distant days,
 Sedatgd by your essence, longing [bad word]