Poison and pills, radio
Weâ??ve lived too long in our fear
Swallowed, covered, eaten whole

Take the first bus out of here
Burdens, buried, carry weight
The band plays its funeral march

Burdens, buried, carry weight
The bird sings its final song
What am I guilty of?

Where did I go wrong?
What am I guilty of?
Where did I go wrong?

I am sure thereâ??s more than this
Something they hold back from me
Illusions, thoughts Iâ??d never be

The things I know I could have been
Iâ??m sick of life as a dream
Something coming Iâ??ve never seen

How much power do I have
when my amp is not plugged in?
What am I guilty of?

Where did I go wrong?
What am I guilty of?
Where did I go wrong?

What am I guilty of?
What am I guilty of?
What am I guilty of?

What am I guilty of?
â?¦Atlas carries.