Chorus:
Nerves burnt black from the friction
I can't feel the - pain no more, pain no more, pain no
Hands all bruised from the system
I can't see the - chains no more, chains no more, chains no
Is this real life or is it fiction
Clean the window - pane some more, pane some more, pane
They say life's a little pretty picture
Use my blood to - paint the walls, paint the walls, paint the

Verse 1:
Living my days while Im mentally pressured
Thoughts at loss
I got a page, filling it up with my questions
Look at the Lord
Can I be savеd, from all of this hate I'm projecting
Is it my fault?
Mix in the pain, with whisky that hеlps me forget it
Can't wake up no more

Broke myself down, but not to be ruined
Pick up the pieces, carefully move it
If parts are corrupt, I gotta refuse it
Hurting my family, friends and the music
Drove me away, from all whom I love
Made some mistakes, I must pay with my blood
No matter what I do it just ain't enough
I hope to God that he brings me above
Choose a path, got enough ways
Time is scarce, not enough days
I collapse in the worst place but you don't see what's on the surface
No tears, only love gained
Cold fear got a warm taste
Soul hears what we don't say
God hears what don't pray

Chorus:
Nerves burnt black from the friction
I can't feel the - pain no more, pain no more, pain no
Hands all bruised from the system
I can't see the - chains no more, chains no more, chains no
Is this real life or is it fiction
Clean the window - pane some more, pane some more, pane
They say life's a little pretty picture
Use my blood to - paint the walls, paint the walls, paint the