Wretched

Fatally wounded

Save me from myself



A tormented mind that nothing can appease

A stain on our conscience

A tormented mind now running on empty

A stain on our conscience

A stain on our conscience



Help me find my way back to healing

Take me to your artificial paradise

Feed me the lies I'm dying to hear

I need this illusion to make it through



Wretched

Fatally wounded

Save me from myself



I need a shoulder to rest my head on

Bring me serenity so I can close my eyes; close my eyes on this world

Take me to your artificial paradise

I need an illusion to hide my insanity

Give me, give me the strength I need to carry on

The strength to carry on



Wretched

Fatally wounded

Save me from myself



A tormented mind that nothing can appease

A stain on our conscience

A tormented mind now running on empty

A stain on our conscience

A stain on our conscience



Save me...

Save me...

Save me...

Save me...

I can stare at the enemy in the mirror's reflection

I can stare at the enemy in the mirror's reflection

I can stare at the enemy in the mirror's reflection

I can stare at the enemy in the mirror's reflection