you'll never do a thing about it. You want to lose it all? Well come on, let's see what you got. Stand up for yourself. Welcome to Wonderland.
Crushed by the agony of a silent oppression Cold sweat envelopes me as I gasp for breath Each of these track marks tells its own horror story My hands
Suicide, there can be no other way. when I die I'll taste the sweet escape. For my part, I gave it all I could. In the end, fatigue has worn me raw.
You are a phantom without a host. You are the victim of a ghost. You're not the fallen, they made it to cut you down. You are not the sinner, they just
God, the room won't stop. If I could just open my eyes forever, I'd never have to feel this lost again. But would I feel as whole, as in control? Am
know you'll never do a thing about it. You want to lose it all? Well come on, let's see what you got. Stand up for yourself. Welcome to Wonderland.
I sold my soul to you, the grind king what a waste of time. You better be warned, you'll have nothing but enemies. Business is you excuse, profit is
Why haven't I felt like myself? What are these voices in my ear? I know that it makes your skin crawl What are you scared of? You don't have a choice
It seems we're coming down to the wire, it's sure been one hell of a ride. To sum it up I hope you're satisfied. I've been dragging you through it all
You indoctrinate to convince idiocy as a virtue. Vilifying intellect and curiosity, damn your plans to control the masses. The creation of a society
Riddled with sickness, confined to a bed; the sickness dwells inside you in that now vacant chasm. This scourge has left you defiled and broken, forgotten
[Digital version bonus track] [Paramore Cover] (Hit that, hit that snare) I'm in the business of misery, Let's take it from the top. She's got a body
