I am imperfect for this world
And caught up in a fruitless game
That's never ending, back and forth
And once begun it hasn't changed

It's a world built on lies
And careless ambiguity
Now gone inside
Content now with no security

It's all less than what I believed
In stinging submission acknowledge deceit
What will I be?
I cannot see
Will I find peace?

It's a world built on lies
And careless ambiguity
Now gone inside
Content with no security

Blistered, bled, battered, bruised
Do you have what it takes to suffer these wounds?
Blistered, bled, battered, bruised
Do you have what it takes to suffer these wounds?
Suffer these wounds
These wounds