my sorrow

no lacrymose departure

no innovative scene

i'm cutting all my strings to be

slumbering and free

no hidden hands to catch me

no tunnel for no light

i'm saving all my hate for those

who buried me alive

nothing to do

nothing to say as i am so tired

nothing to do

not where i'm gone to

with a little fire in my eyes

with a little truth in my lies

with a little red in my skies

i'm bleeding out my sorrow

with a little spike in my brain

with a little love in my pain

for a little you in my veins

i'm bleeding out my sorrow

no movement on the stretcher

no letter at your feet

ain't leaving my ideas and all

my tortures on the street

no sad romantic windup

i'm certain 'bout the score

so save the unreal mourning rain

can't touch me anymore

nothing to do

nothing to say as i am so tired

nothing to do

not where i'm gone to

with a little fire in my eyes

with a little truth in my lies

with a little red in my skies

i'm bleeding out my sorrow

with a little spike in my brain

with a little love in my pain

for a little you in my veins

i'm bleeding out my sorrow