And you really have nothing
To show for the life that's your own
That this world has no meaning
I fall down into your own despair
I was lost, now I'm found
Now what do you want from me?
I force my way inside your head
And judge you for all that you are
Comatose and you're oblivious
To the confession that proved you a liar
I fall down into your own despair
I was lost, now I'm found
Now what do you want from me?
I force my way inside your head
WRITERS
BURTON C. BELL, CHRISTIAN OLDE WOLBERS, DINO A.M. CAZARES, RAYMOND HERRERA