The Truth

Every morning I wake up, I'm fading (Fading)

Away from the light (Light)

Sometimes, it's hard but believe me (Me, me)

I'm here for the ride

Better break me off something

Better break me off something

Before this gets too far (Far)

Better think of something

Better think of something (Something)

I know you

You better than you think

You know yourself

The truth is, you're a mess

Painting with a Phillips-head

It never works

Punching holes again, my friend

You've hung yourself

With razors in your hands

Late at night, I'm dreaming (Dreaming)

Of how to get by

My mind is tired, won't stop running (Running)

Running out of time (Time)

Better break me off something

Better break me off something

Before this gets too far (Far)

Better tell me something

Better tell me something (Something)

I know you

You better than you think

You know yourself

The truth is, you're a mess

Painting with a Phillips-head

It never works

Punching holes again, my friend

You've hung yourself

With razors in your hands

I know you

You better than you think

You know yourself

The truth is, you're a mess

Painting with a Phillips-head

It never works

Punching holes again, my friend

You've hung yourself

With razors in your hands