I hear a voice in the crowd And it sings to me The same familiar songbird Broken, tired and weak From reminiscent dreams Sprout the tides of fate These buds of my oppression Take the innocence away
I can rewind to the times when I was wrong But I can’t – fix – every – thing
I’m sorry for the things I’ve done But I just can’t breathe A sadistic hand, around my neck In the waters of my greed So just let me slip away
I sit on top of the mess Of a place I once called home Shattered in m fury Amidst the broken bones I’m calling in a favor To the big man above To grant me one last request And put the world on hold
I can rewind to the times when I was wrong But I can’t – fix – every – thing
I’m sorry for the things I’ve done But I just can’t breathe A sadistic hand, around my neck In the waters of my greed So just let me slip away
But I can’t fix everything
I’m sorry for the things I’ve done But I just can’t breathe A sadistic hand, around my neck In the waters of my greed So just let me slip away