Cover up what has become my curse Building up to eternal at first Everlasting hours of insurgent cower Voices growing louder Painting every white intention red
Was I ever meant to be clean And emotionally sober
Once again I'll cover up Feed you with this silver cup Make it up Over and over And I'll wait it out Till you see what I'm about With or without It's over, it's over again
Unlike some I remain in silence I'm corrupt with internal violence Now this heart's so worthless Leaves me torn and mindless While the fucked up signs Always pointed me the other way
I was surely meant to be mean Surely so
Has this become the story of my life? Discarding what could have been so right Has this become my never ending fight? Discarding what could have been so right
