Verse 1 Skin, it’s a terrible thing Leaves you walking on your tiptoes hoping you won’t fall and bleed Pain, it’s a terrible thing Leaves you cowering in the shadows when your life just gets too deep Fear, it’s a powerful thing Leaves you hiding in your bed like you’re afraid to go to sleep Death, it’s a powerful thing Leaves a world without the man you were always supposed to be
Pre-Chorus How can this be what I have become A life of purpose undone Was the fear too great, should I hide or should I run Yes run, into your arms A chance to start again Just one more chance, before I turn to dust
Chorus I’m tired of living, being blind I’m tired of being living dead I’m tired of walking around a living corpse, Just waiting for the end This life I cherish is for naught This body I feed is meant to rot And when I’m food for the scavengers It’ll be too late to change the plot
I need something better to be I need to feel my veins bleed No scars embroidered in my flesh No cross to bear upon my back Will I die a shell of a man Destined for nothing in this land No consequence of holiness Just another speck of sand
Verse 2 Scars, they’re a terrible thing They remind you of the pain and of the life you used to lead Blood, it’s a terrible thing It reminds you you’re alive and that you’ve gotta face your deeds Tears, they’re a powerful thing They remind you of the person that you buried in the pain Life, it’s a powerful thing It reminds you of the hope you had back when you were still sane
Pre Chorus How can this be what I have become A life of purpose undone Was the fear too great, should I hide or should I run Yes run, into your arms A chance to start again Just one more chance, before I turn to dust
Chorus I’m tired of living, being blind I’m tired of being living dead I’m tired of walking around a living corpse, Just waiting for the end This life I cherish is for naught This body I feed is meant to rot And when I’m food for the scavengers It’ll be too late to change the plot
I need something better to be I need to feel my veins bleed No scars embroidered in my flesh No cross to bear upon my back Will I die a shell of a man Destined for nothing in this land No consequence of holiness Just another speck of sand
Verse 3 Self, its a terrible thing Leaves you loving something fruitless focused in instead of out Pride, its a terrible thing Leaves you hollow on the inside always planting seeds of doubt War, its a powerful thing It will test if you have strength and who your confidence is in Time, its a powerful thing It will always waste your life unless you master it within
Chorus I’m tired of living, being blind I’m tired of being living dead I’m tired of walking around a living corpse, Just waiting for the end This life I cherish is for naught This body I feed is meant to rot And when I’m food for the scavengers It’ll be too late to change the plot
I need something better to be I need to feel my veins bleed No scars embroidered in my flesh No cross to bear upon my back Will I die a shell of a man Destined for nothing in this land No consequence of holiness Just another speck of sandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
