When I wake up take my first breath of the day
It tastes of rancid, rotten, bitter, decay
It seems clear that the walls are closing in
And even friends are enemies
When I wake up take my first breath of the day
Best intentions are quickly laid to waste
It seems clear that the walls are closing in
And I keep on playing the game
Poison in, poison out
That's what you offer
And I keep on drinking
Suffer this, suffer that
You can't deny the drama we're all
Seeking
And in the darkness it finds me, doesn't matter if I
Try to get away. And in the darkness it finds me tries
To drag my spirit away. You can't take the fight out of me
Try to run but the wolves are at my heels
Their teeth so sharp this metaphor cuts so real
I won't die from my gaping open wounds
The infection you can't see that's killing you
Try to run but the wolves are at my heels
Ravenous, hungry, raging at full tilt
I won't die from my open gaping wounds
And I'll grow stronger then all of you