I can't get enough of this feeling I get, when my heart's beating straight through my chest.
Am I just paranoid?
This is surreal.
Again and again, oh my god this can't be real.
Let the poison flow This is a poison that's in my blood, I don't think I could ever get enough.
I'll think it's a problem when it's killing me, for now we're just going to have to wait and see.
This fire that burns inside of me is tearing me apart.
The lifeless shadows in my head are trying to pull me in.
It's just the long days and long nights.
It's just the wrong things that make me feel so fucking right.
Where were you to pull me out when the current is pulling me down and I can't get out.
Tell me what you're going to do.
Clean up the mess you made, or you'll just have to walk away.
The devil's knocking at my door.
Who finally let him in?
Who let him in? This has taken a toll on my soul.
This fire that burns inside of me is tearing me apart.
The lifeless shadows in my head are trying to pull me in.
My words will grow tired, and my worth will expire.
The lifeless shadows in my head are trying to pull me in.
Such a shattered sense of home from these distances we go.
Always waiting for the world to bring us home.
Like the tired ocean floor, always moving onward.
Too busy searching for ourselves to come back home.
Is this the feeling when you can't get enough?
Is this the feeling when there's still more to be done?
It's the way (it's the way) that we need it, living life like we're never going to do.
Searching for something to believe in, something that makes us feel alive.