No lacrymose departure
No innovative scene
I'm cutting all my strings to be
Slumbering and free
No hidden hands to catch me
No tunnel For no light
I'm saving all my hate for those
Who burried me alive
Nothing to do
Nothing to say as I am so tired
Nothing to do
Not where I'm gone to
With a little fire in my eyes
With a little truth in my lies
with a little red in my skies
I'm bleeding out my sorrow
With a little spike in my brain
With a little love in my pain
For a little you in my veins
I'm bleeding out my sorrow
No movement on the stretcher
No letter at your feet
Ani't leaving my ideas and all
My tortures on the street
No sad romantic windup
I'm certain bout the score
So save the unreal mourning rain
Can't touch me anymore
Nothing to do
Nothing to say as I am so tired
Nothing to do
Not where I'm gone to
With a little fire in my eyes
With a little truth in my lies
with a little red in my skies
I'm bleeding out my sorrow
With a little spike in my brain
With a little love in my pain
For a little you in my veins
I'm bleeding out my sorrow
