Time

lost,

miles

a-

way,

in

a

world

of

bul-

lets.

In

a

bed,

an

emp-

ty

space,

a

picture

frame,

a

por-

trait.

The night

falls,

I'm

a-

wake,

I'm

left

to

rust

in

si-

lence.

I

With-

draw

my

mis-

takes,

I'm

left

to

trust

in

vio-

lence.

Can

you

teach

me

how

to

fly

in

a

world

so

shal-

low?

Will

you

show

me

I'm

a-

live

or

find

a

way

to

get

home?

Well,

I'm

a-

live

but

pa-

ra-

lyzed

by

the

sight

of

blood-

shed

fights.

Shoot

'em

right

be-

tween

the

eyes,

can-

not

let

it

go

and

I'm

lea-

ving.

Weak

in-

side,

but

built

to

fight,

li-

ving

life

through

com-

pro-

mise.

Ter-

ri-

fied

to

prove

me

right,

can-

not

let

this

go

and

I'm

lea-

ving.

Head-

stones,

bor-

rowed

names,

and

scrubbed

by

an-

xious

pa-

tience.

A

fake

calls

of

glory

fate

lost

in

the

hands

we're

chased

with.

I'm

bur-

ying

all,

bombs

a-

way,

cu-

ring

fear

with

make-

shift

plans.

Con-

quer

the

fall,

we'll

do

it,

con-

vert

the

fall

with

bull-

shit.

Can

you

teach

me

how

to

fly

in

a

world

so

shal-

low?

Will

you

show

me

I'm

a-

live

or

find

a

way

to

get

home?

Well,

I'm

a-

live

but

pa-

ra-

lyzed

by

the

sight

of

blood-

shed

fights.

Shoot

'em

right

be-

tween

the

eyes,

can-

not

let

it

go

and

I'm

lea-

ving.

Weak

in-

side,

but

built

to

fight,

li-

ving

life

through

com-

pro-

mise.

Ter-

ri-

fied

to

prove

me

right,

can-

not

let

this

go

and

I'm

lea-

ving.