Tortures Of The Damned

I hate myself, more than

I ever let on.

I'm burned out at 22.

I lived too fast and

I loved too much and

I'll die too young, but

I chose this cup that

I drank from.

Knew what

I was getting into.

But I couldn't let out what

I had to keep in.

I'm ashamed of myself and unspeakable sins, that

I've committed and: [Chorus]

I've made mistakes, but

I'll find my way.

There's no explanation for, the things

I've failed at before.

They can't hold my hand.

It just hurts to be a man,

Through the tortures of the damned.

If I only had an axe,

I'd sever the ties

I've made with the world.

Maybe I can be a stranger, in a strange place.

If I start now, maybe

I can be saved.

If I only had a mask,

I'd cover these bleeding eyes.

They're bloodshot now but they'll be black by dawn.

If I wake up now,

I can be pure again. [Chorus]

Look at me now,

I'm on the tracks with my back towards the last train leaving town. [x4] [Chorus x2]