awaken in a state that s not my own the only thing that s real is that amongst these walls i whisper to a fear that seeps in my soul waiting on my conscience but i think i know it hurts me to be angry kills me to be kind but my only torment is my own disguise waiting on these favors they only come to show there s not much in them for you to hold awaken to the sudden fact that i ve simply wasted chances but i m not yet to die waiting for my temperament to calm well maybe they can t hear the cracks behind these eyes it hurts me to be angry kills me to be kind but my only torment is my own disguise waiting on the favors they only come to show there s not much in them for you to hold it starts to become something i can t touch but you can feel but there s something else surrounding me it s not easy to see awaken to the only chance i ve got hide behind these walls i look through the cracks i see the same mistakes that i once made all that i can tell you there is a price to pay  it hurts me to be angry kills me to be kind but my only torment is my own disguise waiting on these favors they only come to show there s not much in them for you to hold it starts to become something i can t touch but you can feel but there s something else surrounding me it s not easy to see it hurts me to be angry kills me to be kind but my only torment is my own disguise waiting on these favors they only come to show there s not much in them at all3