I used to want to take a drill to my head. Let the pain out of the hole. I used to want to cut the veins in my neck. Cool the blood boiling my soul. When I wondered, why my daily headaches thundered.
I see the sun begin to rise. And I'm wounded I've seen the world from painted eyes. That I'm crying through I watch the darkness hit the tides. And confide in... Hold On.
Oh yes I walk the path that righteous. Many men have walked before. And this pain's held. A broken shell. Straight shackled onto the floor. . So welcome to the world.
Check check check check!. . Ten fold, Ten fold, We grow ten fold, Ten fold, Ten fold!. . We got these so-called friends,. Claiming way too hard to have all that..