Behind these iron eyes,
Faded youth and twisted lies,
Comes as no surprise,

Fabrication of another day,
Not knowing where to go,
Were you ever here to show?

Those were what you would say were better $#&@ing days,
Hold true your enemies,
It's what we call life.


Those unfamiliar feelings of a place called home,
You know not where it is but it's where you have to go,

Those unfamiliar feelings of a place called home,
You know not where it is but it's where you have to go,
We walk on endless roads for what seems like days,

Tormented by the fractures of the past,
Forget all you know, forget all you know
What is it to feel, what is it to feel?


And when you've found that hell,
paralysed can't feel, was I ever real?