And what is one grateful for?
When your lying on the floor
Looking up just hurts your eyes
And the symptoms just were lies

And what shall we all save
From the crimson gilded grave
It all seems right from afar
But I know who we are

And I scream at the world
I’m not your boy; I’m not your girl
And I scream to the sky
I’m not me; I’m not that guy

So what is left when its all gone
And my actions all were wrong
When the hope has been all spent
Still the landlord wants his rent

What year will it be
When we’re all finally free
From the darkness in my soul
When will I be whole

And I scream at my friend
You can’t take me to my end
And I scream to the sky
This isn’t me; I’m not that guy