Burn it up, take the flask.
Wash away the fears I'm asking for
in a little bit of wisdom superficially engraved.
Let me go, you should know
that a scattered mind is worse than none at all.
Before I break you, I should warn you, I'm dangerous.

This heart is swelling in the limelight of mourning
at the loss that I could ever make somebody smile.
This head is sweating at the thought of thinking I could give up on you
but my modest soul has sacrificed my chances.

Let me take the poison that could swallow all my apathy,
then give me an antidote to save me from the trouble I'm bringing.
I'm alive but I'm a lie, to your face and to mine.
Close the door to sympathy. That's not why I'm singing.

Take off, round up the corpses.
They're the ones who fight
and they're all that I have left.
Wipe out the superstition
that my world will run into extinction
from the deep confines of my broken, swollen heart.

This heart is turning in the moonlight of the evening
at the risk that I could ever make somebody think that I'm worthwhile.
This head is spinning at the thought "I could be given up on"
but my soul has sacrificed my chances.

Let me take the poison that could swallow all my apathy,
then give me an antidote to save me from the trouble I'm bringing.
I'm alive but I'm a lie, to your face and to mine.
Close the door to sympathy. That's not why I'm singing.

My soul has sacrificed the love in my heart
for this cancer and these wilted hopes.
I've given up on myself to move forward,
but don't feel left out, I never gave up on you.