And you'll hear us screaming
From our backyards shouting
With adrenaline
How the pain burns clean
It gets so inviting
All these thoughts of dying
On days like these
When you can't come clean
It's the same old story
Oh how life does bore me
In the days between
I don't know what's stopping me
So what's the use you'll say
To waste your life away
When we're dying everyday
When you don't see it through
It makes a fool of you
Sorry but it's true
You can still save you
So run boy
Never be caught with your hands up
No one can outlive the heartache
Realize we were born in the wreckage
And I am the arrow
The dude that flies suicidal
And one with the drive into the red eye
The cauldron of mourning
So what's the use you'll say
To waste your life away
When we're dying everyday
When you don't see it through
It makes a fool of you
Sorry but it's true
It's true