Like sinking ships drowning in the night Nothing's wrong with you, then nothing's right Casting baggage throw it overboard Though with nothing left, you still fall on your sword Does it hurt?
Line you up Blindfolded against the wall This will be the last time that you feel the fall Godspeed with you, may he have mercy on us The crowd has come to thirst But before these heads roll, I guess mine comes first
And it's hard to tell what takes me away And I know for years I've lived ashamed And I think about the wasted years As I fall into myself
And it's hard to tell what takes me away But I've known, for years I've lived ashamed And I think about the wasted years As I fall into myself As I fall into myself
