Cut the ties that bind my wrists together.
'Cause you'll never have a fucking grip on me.
Never know what I've seen.
And you'll never fucking feel the same.
Like a piece of broken glass.
From the mirror of what once was but will never be.
Cracked from the hardened stare of jealousy.
Its a mess that I refuse to clean.
And its a burden I refuse to bear.
Because when each new day brings the hope.
Of so many to its knees.
I can stand back and watch.
The city fucking burn.
Lighting up the night.
And scorching someone even as cold as you.
Someday I'll look back on this with tired eyes.
Remembering the bitterness and the pain.
Released from every pore.
Every scratch on the skin that I've endured.
Is what's left of a battle that I fucking lost.
But now I have ice in my veins.
And a fire burning in my throat.
Because feeling dead is what keeps me alive tonight.
