Soaked yourself beneath my skin
I don't know why I don't when
But you're burning my eyes again.
I stumble through the doorway
I fall to my floor-way
Time stands still
As I lay here suffering.
Sacrificed for all your sins
You bleed me now, you bled me then
But I'm hanging around again.
I scramble to the driveway
Then blackout on the highway
Time stands still
And I lay here wondering...
Does it ever get any better?
Does it get much worse with soap?
I followed you down to the letter
Still I've got no hope
Playing a game I'll never win
There's no way to save my skin
Because you're burning me on purpose
Epidermis
Is scarring from the charring
Full of cuts and lacerations
That keep me suffering.
Does it ever get any better?
Could it get much worse with rope?
I followed you down to the letter.
Still I've got no hope.