Got holes in my fucking hands,
Cause I can't fucking sleep
All those holes in my fucking hands,
Lead me to believe
That I waited, and I waited,
For something that's gone all wrong
And I waited,
For something thta's come undone
I got a heart attack theory,
In the pocket of my jeans
And I know I got something,
And it's not what It seems
Like a bull without horns
And a god on the mend
Limping, bored to avoid
Something fails in my head