Obsession is bleeding out of my possessions.
The more I fight, the less I find.
No grace. No sanity.
I feel nothing.
Trapped behind these eyes of mine.
You're high off holding on.
You're not the savior.
You're not the savior of anything.
No wire's tight enough.
You're not the savior.
You're not the savior of anything.
Confessions.
A thousand lies to make you question.
Sink or try.
Fight or fly.
No grace. No sanity.
I feel nothing.
Trapped behind these eyes of mine.
Damned to hell. It's my design.
Deaf to my own voice inside.
Captive my static mind.
I'm still trapped behind these eyes of mine.
You're high off holding on.
You're not the savior.
You're not the savior of anything.
No wire's tight enough.
You're not the savior.
You're not the savior of anything.
Deaf to my own voice inside.
You're high off holding on.
You're not the savior.
You're high off holding on.
You're not the savior.
You're not the savior of anything.
No wire's tight enough.
You're not the savior.
You're not the savior of anything.