I am clearly broken and
No-one knows what to do
Pieces of the puzzle don't fit

So I pound them into you

Itching is the pulse inside

Creeping up to come alive
It's just doing what
It's gonna do


Times are looking grim these days
Holding on to everything

It's hard to draw the line

Shut the $#&@ up! Get up!

Shut the $#&@ up! Get up!
Shut the $#&@ up! Get up!


I can wait to rip my eyes
Out and look at you
Peace through pain is precious

'Specially when it's done by you

Itching is the pulse inside

Creeping up to come alive
It's just doing what
It's gonna do


Times are looking grim these days
Holding on to everything

It's hard to draw the line

And I am hiding in this empty space

Tortured by my memories
Of what I left behind


Shut the $#&@ up! Get up!
Shut the $#&@ up! Get up!
Shut the $#&@ up! Get up!


Up... Up, Up... Up, Up...


Times are looking grim these days
Holding on to everything
It's hard to draw the line


And I am hiding in this empty space
Tortured by my memories

Of what I left behind

Shut the $#&@ up! Get up!

Shut the $#&@ up! Get up!
Shut the $#&@ up! Get up!