I am clearly broken and no one knows
What to do
Pieces of the puzzle don't fit
So i pound them into you

Itching is the pulse inside
Creeping out to come alive
It's just doing what it's gonna do

Times are looking grim these days
Holding on to everything
It's hard to draw the line

SHUT THE FUCK UP!GET UP!
SHUT THE FUCK UP!GET UP!
SHUT THE FUCK UP!GET UP!

I can wait to rip my eyes out
And look at you
Peace through pain is precious
Especially when it's done by you

Itching is the pulse inside
Creeping out to come alive
It's just doing what it's gonna do

Times are looking grim these days
Holding on to everything
It's hard to draw the line
And i'm hiding in this empty space
Tortured by my memories
Of what i left behind