When there's something that won't let you sleep,
Can you live with the secrets you keep?
All the pain, all the pride,
All the poison you've taken that's killing you inside?
There's a manifested bitterness
In all the joy you've known.
There's no point in redemption,
Some things are better left alone.
I've waited for freedom from bondage of self,
Grown tired of everyone else.
Grown cold,
Grown sick of the doctrine and the lies that I've been told.
There's a manifested bitterness
In all the joy you've known.
There's no point in redemption,
Some things are better left alone.