Trapped on the outside. our blossoming hope fades dark toward a new domination of love for another's violent terms. but look at me, i'm dry, leaning on hostility's crutch, reaching out with absolute vigilance. i've listened for the dying of my young innocence and watched corrosion adjoin with the passing death of years in turmoils palm. condemned to the same path you choose, eventually we'll die. mummified at birth, fists clenched in my own direction. but when my arms are to be broken, and when my legs are to be crippled, bury my dead dreams cause they don't mean a thing. bastard son, open tongue, leaving us here won't keep you alive. and all things I have, and all things you gave, I don't even want them, they drive me insane. It won't keep you alive, not this time. make no mistake cause it won't keep you alive.