| Heart’s beating fast, you’d love to make it last |
| Your blood forever burning |
| Running in circles, trying to make miracles |
| Lunacy is no longer a feeling |
| A daily grind to engrave your mind with dead emotions |
| Within all fears, she’d the last tear |
| Take a bow to this life of perversion |
| I hardly see a life |
| Behind your weary eyes |
| Ceasing from strife |
| Digging yer own demise |
| Everytime you feel guilty |
| Unable to find any purpose |
| Everytime you feel lonely |
| It’s an endless sense of loss |
| It’s dying inside, drifting with the silent tide |
| To a dimension of twisted shapes |
| A broken wing, a crimson king |
| Ain’t got no way to escape |
| I hardly see a life |
| Behind your weary eyes |
| Ceasing from strife |
| Digging yer own demise |
| Everytime you feel guilty |
| Unable to find any purpose |
| Everytime you feel lonely |
| It’s an endless sense of loss |
| Remains of shattered dreams |
| There’s nothing more to council |
| Life ain’t always what it seems |
| Yeah it all seems so unreal |
| Everytime you feel guilty |
| Unable to find any purpose |
| Everytime you feel lonely |
| It’s an endless sense of loss |
| Addicted to failure |