When the feelings rise, I don't feel nothing other than the lies of my soul dying haven't you been blinded by the hope you put in me? Haven't you been blinded by the life you put in me?
Chorus: It's a shame, you're all but clever in the light of the words you're trying to say! But the sign outside is clearer: you're the loss of every step I made!
When our souls collide I assume we're missing something I can't hide, please save it for me How can I be proud of the cracks you found in me? How can I be proud of all this shit you found in me?