The machine's breaking down. The words no longer make sound.
Is there anyone out there at all? Someone who won't let me down.
Again.

All my life I've reached for something, bled the tears that my wounds cry.
Now it seems I'm running out of time trying to regain my life.
The ladle pours my soul, oh yeah.
I still can feel them burning, tearing me from the inside.
But it seems I've only just come back to life, how can I fight?
The ladle pours my soul, inside its just another hole.

I know I shouldn't be responding to the voices in my head.
I guess it ain't so bad, ya know-being dead.
The ladle pours my soul. I look inside, its just another hole.

The machine's breaking down. The words no longer make sound.
Is there anyone out there at all? Someone who won't let me down.

Opened my eyes today to a world that seems to have switched the locks while I's away.
Much to my surprise, I'm forced to only see the light through everybody
Else's eyes.

Someone who won't let me down. Someone who won't let me down.

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