I licked my wounds, I watched the blood dry
Yet I can’t fill your empty space
Hollowed me out, left me a shell
Corpses of doctrines rotting in your place
I’ve torn the pages, I’ve lost the plot
Nowhere to go from here, no sense of direction
No sense of direction
Hedonistic, meaningless indulgence
Year after year of refrain left me ill equipped
If there’s no rest in hell then this is it
Then this is it
Wasn’t your job to save me
Tangling your hands in everything
So many years strangling the light inside of me
My vision’s bleak, my vision’s bleak
With no one here to save me
Thousands of words robbed and murdered
Leaving me purposeless, wandering, and afraid
When will I find direction?
You’ve left me empty and afraid
Hollowed out, left a shell
I can’t fill your empty space
When will I find direction?
When will I find direction?
Wasn’t your job to save me
Tangling your hands in everything
So many years strangling the light inside of me
My vision’s bleak, my vision’s bleak
With no one here to save me
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