To all my friends, I'm already dead.
Can't keep these voices out of my head.
I just want to be pure.
Why can't I just be pure?
I'll live for your sins if you'll die for mine.
Time to wave a white flag or I'll draw the line.
Let's make a toast to a new era of terror.
I'm living proof of man made error.
They say these demons put up a fight,
But barking dogs will seldom bite.
I'm done playing god,
I'm barely cured.
Addicted and self afflicted, this must be endured.
I just wanna be pure.
What am I chasing?
Nuerotically numb to all these dreams I'm defacing.
Somewhere along the way, I lost the light
that used to shine from the shore so bright.
And sometimes, I swear, it feels like I won't survive,
But I swore to myself
that I'm gonna' live to tell the tale of how I learned to sail
against the wind, on a sinking ship
through the storm in my head that I thought would never end.
This world is sick.
This compass isn't broken, there is no north.
We're in the middle of the ocean so we stay the course.
I will beg for no man.
Because I'm in love with the end of my life.
Attente Tormente. Today me, tomorrow thee.
"He who lives on hope will die fasting."
Never turn your back on the sea,
'Cause once you do, take it from me,
You'll never outrun the ocean with her waves in your lungs.
And we could drown in vain
or become living proof,
and I don't know about you..
But I'm gonna' live to tell the tale of how I learned to sail
against the wind, on a sinking ship
through the storm in my head that I know may never end.
My generation would die for a fucking feeling.
I would die to feel alive.
I would die for a feeling.
