Your head, brick wall
Your hands broken
Tied and burned, beaten
Open wound weeping

Paper cuts inside
My mistakes collide

I'm alive
I'm trying
Stop the noise
Quiet

My hands are sore
I'm shaking
You asleep, me awake
I'm good at panicking
You're good at feeding it

Paper cuts inside
Science, God divide

I'm alive
I'm trying
Stop the noise
Quiet

I'm alive
I'm trying
Reconnect
Restart
Quiet