| And every day you look me up | |
| And I look down | |
| It's just begun when you say "go" | |
| I will come | |
| Survival counts, my weakness costs | |
| Constant cutting, constant loss | |
| And every time I turn around | |
| I say "get up" | |
| And you go down | |
| I used to know, I used to feel | |
| I could believe in something real | |
| That you reject | |
| And every day it all comes down | |
| To just one sweet hit | |
| The hook, the whore | |
| You know the score | |
| Cause we've heard it all before | |
| This concert hall of reeking smells | |
| Slips inside where suffering dwells | |
| The same old haunting notes that sell | |
| Cause in your dreams | |
| You're judged in hell | |
| I used to know, I used to feel | |
| I could believe in something real | |
| Now I am sold as the fists | |
| Fall each time, every step | |
| Leads to the crime | |
| I'm not the cause, nor effect | |
| Just an excuse | |
| That you reject | |
| Every word I said | |
| That you reject | |
| Scarred into my head | |
| That you reject | |
| Every thing I try | |
| That you reject | |
| Each broken, bloody lie | |
| That you reject | |
| My hatred's sharpened knife | |
| That you reject | |
| Each broken, burning, bloody lie | |
| That you reject | |
| Broken lie | |
| Broken life |