days on endnwindows I'm changingnsilent handsnlike its a virtuenholding on to damaged truthnlike its a weaponnmeant to hurt younnshouldn't carena wooden chairncracks its knucklesnrestless midnightnwind blows worthlessnturn the lights offncursed the one small thingnI did rightnnshoes don't fitntheres miles to gonclement weathernsmiling strangersnworried mindsnsisters of mercynbarking dogsnthat warn of dangersnnpeople people everywherenarms that needneyes like stop signsngiven just one match to burnnheld breathnI'm scared to death to drop minennshakenndoped up with insomniantroubles that can kill the mindnrivers and ways to escapenstreets to cross and hills to climbnnI just want to get from point a to point bnthen eight and ninenwatch the sad face of the clock changenrun for covernwait in linennwhat else can a poor man donwhat does he havenbesides his placenits hard to find he is instrumentalnpainted graynhe hides his facennafraid of being someone elsendon't let me vanish from your sightnI shed my skinnI had no choicenI taught my self to fightnnguns and drumsnwalls that listennforgetting with reckless abandonndozen rosesnin the trash cannballad of the last man standingnnroughly cut I'm vague to younI hold my cards close to my chestnI don't want to spend my lifenI took a chancenI should have guessednndead end dreams all written downnthe endless oceannits not prettynempty bottles keep their secretsnliving dead wander the citynnhalf insanenwe laugh like dogsnand play the gamesnwe got to playnwe don't have the strength to fightnbesides we don't know what to saynnsmoke machine ballet and murderncombinationnvirgin whorenI find myself behind the eight ballnhollowed outnwashed up on shorennancient hatrednman made thunderndust and ashesnturn to mudnthe birds all know that somethings wrongntemperatures that burn the bloodnninvisible the evening comesnknife in its teethnand jealous ragenten thousand voltsnits pins me downndoes its dirtncollects its wagennroads that recognize my voicenactions that i can't defendnchopping down this crooked treenI've sang for days on end