What cause have I to feel glad?
I've built my life on judgement and feeling pain.
I don't know those eyes I see in the bloodstained chrome.

Now everything that I've had
and everything I've known have been thrown away.
And with time I've come to find this isn't my home.
I've stoked the fire, seen more pain that you can know.
The tears of the broken have washed away my soul.
Pushed by their desire to change the way my stream will flow,
Disease awoken, and it's taking back control.
I try my best to ignore my screams,
They keep haunting me in my dreams.

Please break my shackles?
I want it to stop?

I man this wretched machine.
Day in, day out, the grinding wears on my brain.
Undermining my sanity,
Making me question what's "reality."
"Life" is not as it seems.
Should I take a chance of freedom or throw it all down the drain?
I've been imprisoned,
Please burn my transgressions away?

I'm sick of hurting, sick of thinking it's all I do.
Broken by those around me, spared very few.
The bright moon is burning, and my thoughts are ever blue.
Darkness surround me, am I becoming a part of you?