Left behind in the darkness of chaos
The only light unattainable
Sit and stew over wasted moments
While the spirit of Vengeance consumes me
Desparation only fuels the anger
Nothing worse than my own abuse
Cursed to argue with a man in a broken mirror
Watching on as it all falls away
Shattered, I cut my hands as I pick up the pieces
Bleeding out, but death never comes to me
Crucified, and no one really gives a s***
All I ever seem to do is destroy
Stumbling over broken glass,
A new light ahead taunting
A fire that burns with ferocity
This is where I made my bed
Left behind in the darkness of chaos
The only light unattainable
Sit and stew over wasted moments
While the spirit of Vengeance consumes me
Desparation only fuels the anger
Nothing worse than my own abuse
Cursed to argue with a man in a broken mirror
Watching on as it all falls away
Shattered, I cut my hands as I pick up the pieces
Bleeding out, but death never comes to me
Crucified, and no one really gives a s***
All I ever seem to do is destroy
Stumbling over broken glass,
A new light ahead taunting
A fire that burns with ferocity
This is where I made my bed
The only light unattainable
Sit and stew over wasted moments
While the spirit of Vengeance consumes me
Desparation only fuels the anger
Nothing worse than my own abuse
Cursed to argue with a man in a broken mirror
Watching on as it all falls away
Shattered, I cut my hands as I pick up the pieces
Bleeding out, but death never comes to me
Crucified, and no one really gives a s***
All I ever seem to do is destroy
Stumbling over broken glass,
A new light ahead taunting
A fire that burns with ferocity
This is where I made my bed
Left behind in the darkness of chaos
The only light unattainable
Sit and stew over wasted moments
While the spirit of Vengeance consumes me
Desparation only fuels the anger
Nothing worse than my own abuse
Cursed to argue with a man in a broken mirror
Watching on as it all falls away
Shattered, I cut my hands as I pick up the pieces
Bleeding out, but death never comes to me
Crucified, and no one really gives a s***
All I ever seem to do is destroy
Stumbling over broken glass,
A new light ahead taunting
A fire that burns with ferocity
This is where I made my bed