how many times you've looked around to see no one?
still, you break your neck to look and look again
the hole in your head cant be filled with no thing
that song is over and you still dont know the end
sick of trying to find a way, to walk it out
sick of trying to seek the truth under those sheets
tired of falling down upon these leaves of sand
of having the same dreams, again and again
understand, my friend, this is the way i end
this tight leash leave me no choice, i bite myself
spooning all this dirt out of my mind
its just my head, the house of the melancholy
sick of trying to find a way, to walk it out
sick of trying to seek the truth under those sheets
tired of falling down upon these leaves of sand
of having the same old dreams, again and again