An arm reaches up towards the sky,
Am I to believe it's mine?

The ceiling shifts under an unyielding stare,
Am I to look away unquestioningly?

If all there is to mange is a consciousness,
Am I to believe I'm stable?

The midnight's so dark these days,
Where's the stars to guide me?

Guide me.

Guide me.

Guide me somewhere.

Guide me.

Guide me.

Guide me somewhere.

Can't step foot outside this forest,
Am I to believe I'm loveable?

Love me.

Love me.

Love me somehow.

Love me.

Love me.

With everything that's been given,
Am I to reclaim what's left behind?

Left me.

Left me.

Left me somewhere.

Left me.

Left me.

Dull and hardened after the war,
Won't find solace at a dive bar,
Lock me up and crash the car,
I hate who I am thus far.

The midnight's so dark these days,
Where's the stars to guide me?

Guide me.

Guide me.

Guide me somewhere.

Guide me.

Guide me.

Guide me somewhere,
So I can die anywhere,
Anywhere but here.
Don't want to die here.