You wonder why I'm so despondent While you watch me writhe with my hands tied But you never want to see this side of brick and bone I leave at the door when I come home What is home but an edifice of flesh and stone? That I don't really know Forced to stand alone One step away from apathy It's none of your concern No matter what I try, still I feel nothing And not a stone unturned A bite of the bittersweet, they beg and plead for a taste The low-hanging fruit you feed Behind closed doors, a waste Bent on demise, it's in benign design The voice inside your head will quiet fears when you are dead Do you feel the same Faces without a name? One step away from apathy It's none of your concern No matter what I try, still I feel nothing And not a stone unturned And in the end, it's just a game you play You rip my pride away It's just the price I pay And in the end, my bones don't bend, they break You're not my friend, you're fake And you hold all the blame They say I'm out of luck, misfortune's in my blood I'm sick of feeling stuck, can't stand to be undone I'm holding out for love, but ended up with none Not your prodigal son Not your prodigal son Not your prodigal son