Testo Hiding

Blistered shut, i've spat my
prayers
lost in thought but still
no reason to care
i wish i could
find a fucking escape
if i'm
hiding or lost don't find me in
these dreams all my teeth
crumble
i'm fighting back the
fear but i'm not worth the
struggle
lost all control, a
puppet hung in strings
an
impossible goal of just barely
surviving
so the dust collects,
and i lose my chance to
speak
today i die with debt, tomorrow's draped in
sheets
scream as loud as you
can
beat your head into a
wall
try and find a reason
and
make sense of it all
i screamed
as loud as i can
bashed my head
onto a wall
couldn't find a
reason
to make sense of it all
i
can't believe everything will work
out fine
to trust in god
that
bastard fucking hates me
we're
all dead in the end
he's not
looking so fight like hell
we're
all dust in the end