Scribble scraps of thoughts Litter them in parking lots The world won't know my name But we'll make them know my pain Church bells ringing loud Why the fuck are they so proud? I wish I could believe But believe they don't want me I'm searching for a way out My feet are bound for higher ground Searching for something new My skin is cold, my lips are blue Pulling out my teeth On the same day every week Daydreams start to bleed And I try to make ends meet Blistered hands turn gray I will hold you anyway There's nothing left to say There's so much in my way I'm searching for a way out My feet are bound for higher ground Searching for something new My skin is cold, my lips are blue