Bob (Cousin 0.) (A. Kessler/M. Zapata/M. Dresdner/S. Moriarty)
Awaken in a state, not my own The only thing that's real is that amongst these walls I whisper to a fear that sleeps in my soul Waiting on my conscience but I think I know
It hurt me to be angry kills me to be kind But my own torment is my own disguise Waiting on a favor only goes to show There's not much in them for you to hold
Awaken to the sudden fact that I've simply wasted chances But I'm not yet to die Waiting for my temperament to calm Maybe they can't hear the cracks behind these eyes
It hurt me to be angry kills me to be kind But my only torment is my own disguise Waiting for the favors they only go to show There's not much in them for you to hold
It starts to become something you can't touch But you can feel There's something else surrounding me It's not easy to see
Awaken to the only chance I've got, I hide behind these walls I look through the cracks I see the same mistakes That I once made, well all that I can tell you is there is a price to pay