Curl up under the window
And crouch against the wall
I feel the nighttime about to fall
And i don't know what to do with myself
So i eat the dirt and i pray for...
And i know i am all wrong
I know it is all wrong
But i don't know what to do with myself
So i drink the blood and i pray for...
Run from these hands if you know what's good for you
I can't control the things i do
And i don't know how to cure myself
So i eat the dirt and i pray for help
I eat the dirt and i pray for help
I eat the dirt and i pray for...
