Every night gets old to me
The Sun will rise, but I’m alone in these waking dreams
I don’t mind, no
Can I let go?
Let go of my violent side?

I don’t want to be heard
I don’t want to be known
I don’t want to know
I don’t want to know

All I remember is screaming
Kneeling, feeling uneven
Head down I can’t help you
Help me?

I’m beginning to find some comfort it this hell I’m in
Although the worst is yet to come
Draw me closer to the sound of the screaming crowd’s roar
Closer to the edge breaking skin and bones

The red soaks in again
The red soaks in again