Feels like I've been dead for years Turned off, shut down, everything felt weird No emotion, kept it all inside Bottled up, stored for selfish pride It rages The fire still rages It's burning in me Sold my soul, or was it taken away? Wasn't worth the fight, wasn't worth the pain When your friends don't know the man today One foot in the gutter, one foot in the grave It rages The fire still rages It's burning in me Let it burn It rages The fire still rages It's burning in me

I'm being torn limb from limb All my might versus all my sin Arms ripped apart from the socket that binds When will I find the meaning in my mind? Unhealed confusion Heal my confusion Unhealed confusion Then when I give, I can't live When will I learn to take one turn? Wish I could see what I will be I wonder like the morning thundahhh Unhealed confusion Heal my confusion Unhealed confusion I'm being torn limb from limb All my might versus all my sin Judas got his way, made us pay Born to die, never ask why? Unhealed confusion Heal my confusion Unhealed confusion

Demon scratching at my door What's another soul? He wants some more Been a rough few years Faced all my fears She's all out of tears Was it worth all the lies? And all the cries? There's no more tries Now the well is dry cause when you die, it's time to ... Jesus washed his hands of the devil's plans Pray on the prey Jesus washed his hands of the devil's plans Pray on the prey Jesus washed his hands of the devil's plans Pray on the prey Jesus washed his hands of the devil's plans Pray on the prey All these sick kids dying It's multiplying While the Doctors pockets are getting thick Mental health diseases Trying to pick up the pieces Of what my mind used to be Pump me full of this, fill myself with that The lamb, the slaughter, cover up the tracks This runaway train has gone insane Tired of killing what's left of my brain Jesus washed his hands of the devil's plans Pray on the prey Jesus washed his hands of the devil's plans Pray on the prey Jesus washed his hands of the devil's plans Pray on the prey Jesus washed his hands of the devil's plans Pray on the prey The worst of me is still better than you... Jesus washed his hands of the devil's plans Pray on the prey Jesus washed his hands of the devil's plans Pray on the prey Jesus washed his hands of the devil's plans Pray on the prey Jesus washed his hands of the devil's plans Pray on the prey

Haunted dreams make her scream Another wasted night Terrorized by faded lies No one hears her fight Distant fears, bathed in tears She runs away alone Speeding fast, crashing glass No one catches her fall When you are the silent one When you are your own keeper When you are a rusted spade Always digging deeper When you are the frightened one When you are your own seeker When you are a blackened rose Your blackened soul grows weaker Whiskey and wine, passing time Hoping to feel alive Foul ways in the end of days Why should we care at all? When you are the silent one When you are your own keeper When you are a rusted spade Always digging deeper When you are the frightened one When you are your own seeker When you are a blackened rose Your blackened soul grows weaker When you are the silent one When you are your own keeper When you are a rusted spade Always digging deeper When you are the frightened one When you are your own seeker When you are a blackened rose Your blackened soul grows weaker