i awaken from this cold sweat saturated in my own contempt nothing left but broken fragments of cherished memories once spent i ve screamed blue murder in futility and smashed up walls to bleed this pain away but i can t escape from this disarray incidentally i ve already seen the worst of this and i i can t deny this pain inside nowhere to hide a sleepless winter in between tragic tales of broken glass i ll bathe my scars in cyanide i won t be coming back this time these sleepless nights are killing me what awaits me in my decrepit dream aversion and despondency i ve screamed blue murder in futility and smashed up walls to bleed this pain away but i can t escape from this disarray incidentally i ve already seen the worst of this and i i can t deny this pain inside nowhere to hide a sleepless winter in between tragic tales of broken glass i ll bathe my scars in cyanide i won t be coming back this time release me from this nightmare incidentally i ve already seen the worst of this and i i can t deny this pain inside nowhere to hide a sleepless winter in between tragic tales of broken glass i ll bathe my scars in cyanide i won t be coming back this time i won t be coming back this time 