Wretched
Fatally wounded
Save me from myself


A tormented mind that nothing can appease
A stain on our conscience

A tormented mind now running on empty
A stain on our conscience
A stain on our conscience


Help me find my way back to healing
Take me to your artificial paradise

Feed me the lies I'm dying to hear
I need this illusion to make it through


Wretched
Fatally wounded
Save me from myself


I need a shoulder to rest my head on
Bring me serenity so I can close my eyes; close my eyes on this world

Take me to your artificial paradise
I need an illusion to hide my insanity
Give me, give me the strength I need to carry on

The strength to carry on

Wretched

Fatally wounded
Save me from myself


A tormented mind that nothing can appease
A stain on our conscience
A tormented mind now running on empty

A stain on our conscience
A stain on our conscience


Save me...
Save me...
Save me...

Save me...
I can stare at the enemy in the mirror's reflection
I can stare at the enemy in the mirror's reflection

I can stare at the enemy in the mirror's reflection
I can stare at the enemy in the mirror's reflection