Ten thousand wounds, broken bottle, abandon pills, pale dust falls to the floor fading in with your past. and you say it doesn't hurt you and you say it doesn't affect you. i don't think you belong here. tell me you don't want to go on, because it's killing me to know you're alive. injecting all emotions. yeah, can you feel the flood driving your useless frame into the wall. do you know it has affected you? what is now mine i truly don't deserve but i'll truly accept. and everytime i hear your voice, it makes me sick. and everytime i close my eyes, you're in my head. but everytime i hear your voice, ten thousand wounds, broken, diabolical slain spirit falls in front of your idols. do you know
i couldn't have been more wrong?