At night it tends to get fucking cold up here. After a couple years my words turned insincere Everything that I am embodied in the land Of people yelling, spitting, screaming, knowing where they stand Small in my hands; to live and withstand. Become who I am, no one understands. Daytime comes around and I've removed all my skin. Barrier is gone and the darkness pours in. Everything I am is buried in the sand. Forgotten, torn apart, unrecognizable to man. Small in my hands; to live and withstand. Become who I am... no one understands. You made me who I fucking am. Through the suffer and sin, I'm this close to caving in. No one understands, you made me who I fucking am. Engulfed sound of harps and mandolins; I finally let the violence in.