Visions of perfection always corrupt my head
The dreams I have where hope is fulfilled is dead
My wrist are marked with every unanswered prayer I've ever said

The luggage I carry are under my eyes
A minute I lay awake in bed for every lie
I'm too strong to broken
I'm too worn down to be repaired
Victim I'll never be
Those pearly gates aren't meant for me
I'd rather walk lifeless for eternity