You could trace the pain back to its earliest days
Lines drawn on skin, marked out of hate
Oh dear, with broken hands what can you make
Split fibres of skin, blood strewn in paint
You're building a home in your mind
Simply to get far enough away
Built up walls broke down yet again
Take hope, child, in the strength of your name
'Cause you're still young and it's just games
Not a real war, just conflict of fates
Sights and sounds your head created
Battling each other in yet another phase

I like to think of angels sometimes
When I sit aside, alone
Could they be my friends
Perhaps, guardians are homely
But that's not something I can pretend
They work upon wrath and belief
Living skies above and strongly
Sad, I think of friends as miracles

I think I'm getting ****** into the well
Momma dearest, Timmy fell down
Water's filling my mouth, I can't cry out
It's too late to save me now
For years my tears filled the gap
My life had left inside the ground
But drawing from it broke me down
I can only do so much and then I die out
Grab a rope, please, I'm begging you
Pull me out before I drown

The stress is just pulling me down
Maybe I'm just so far gone
It's a disastrous reaction I know
Last call for survivors from my soul

Baby, can you see the sunset on my wrists
I just can't believe what happened to me
Beautifully my veins turned to trees like this
My arms were healed but now they bleed
Purple and pink gave way to red
I see so many things when I look down right now
And I'm not sure I want it to leave
I think it's such inspiration, you know
There's so much art on my skin, so fully grown
Baby, don't worry, it'll be done soon

The stress is just pulling me down
Maybe I'm just so far gone
It's a disastrous reaction I know
Last call for survivors from my soul

I used to have hope, but not now
My insecurities caused me agonies, you know
Last call, Mayday, I'm going the **** down
My parachute won't open, I'll hit the ground
It'll be so lovely, I'll see stars as I fall
I wonder if I'll see the ones I named after you at all
I hope not though, it'd make me regret the jump
It's my own doing and it's got me gone
Momma, I'm sorry my heart won't swell
Three sizes too small and now it's all gone to hell

This ******* stress pulled me down
And it's all my fault that I'm so far gone
I'm a disastrous creation I know
Last call for survivors from my soul