Built a wall of razorblades, and hope to hide from it all.
A portrait in the family album, framed with butterfly wings.
The angels come a little closer, and the numb becomes the sting.
And I know that you want it..
But your dreams can't get you close enough.
Now it's time to forget it..
But you just can't seem to make it stop!!
Don't run away, don't run away.
You can never escape the pain.
You can't be saved, so be affraid.
This is the drug that has become your face.
So we cry, and we die, but we always seem to fail.
Now it's time to say goodbye, so they can push through the nails.
Syringe crucifix, the morphine darkens your veins.
And the sand washes out, but only to release the pain.
Now it seems neverending, as if time doesn't exist.
But in the mourning son, you see the wound upon the wrist.