Body cold and comatose
Locked away from the ones who need you most
No one left to hold you close
With vacant eyes, like an endless overdose
In your empty hole
Who is gonna claim your immortal soul?
In your empty hole
Who is gonna claim your soul?
Nothing I say, nothing I do
Nothing is ever going to be good enough to save you
Drowning in pain, determined to lose
Nothing is ever going to be good enough to save you
Walking dead, body snatcher
Essence stifled inside the specter of disaster
Spirit distilled, 100 proof
Half alive, half dead, in the ashes of the truth
In your empty hole
Who is gonna claim your immortal soul
In your empty hole
Who is gonna claim your soul?
Nothing I say, nothing I do
Nothing is ever going to be good enough to save you
Stewing in shame, spewing abuse
Nothing is ever going to be good enough to save you
Nothing I say, nothing I do
Nothing is ever going to be good enough to save you
Clawing in vain, I'll never break through
Nothing is ever going to be good enough to save you