I've been feeling like
I can't feel it all
Nothing excites me
I'm hoping I don't fall
I've been chasing a feeling in a numbing substance
I think the end is coming
Don't be upset
I'm tired of running
Take heed
To the call of all your sins
When everything keeps piling up
I don't know where to begin
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I punched a hole in the wall when I was seventeen
And I never fixed it
Put a poster over it
Got scars that you can't see
Cause I disguise them with a bandage
Or maybe a bottle
It might be a problem
But I guess this just works for me
Take heed
To the call of all your sins
When everything keeps piling up
I don't know where to begin
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Fucking hell, that fucking hurts
