歌词
Well I guess you could call this therapy
If you're blind to nightmares
Like the ones that carve my skin
With all of my lies and stories
Purgatory bounds my arms
And writes me off to burn alive
Amen
Hang me like the portraits from our past
All I know is how to be alone
Well I guess I could live in infamy
If you pulled the trigger
Putting holes in reparations
Filling my mind with vices
Won't you help me?
Can you fix me?
You make me feel like I've lost my senses
All that I've got is this empty chest
That's starting to fill up with self-aversion
How am I supposed to be you
When I don't even know myself?
Can all my sins be forgiven?
Now my time's run out again
All my prayers now turn into nightmares
Will all my sins damn my soul?