Manipulate myself
I dig a hole to hell
Articulate my world
A leap of faith is all I have
I built my home with care
I act surprised when its so bare
I'm talking to myself
Am I scared?

I'm feeling dead, inside my bones
This kind of dread, is everything I know
Everything I know is hard to love
Everything has turned to dust

I medicate my doubt, still feel it bleeding out
I decorate the truth, till it feels safe to touch
I hold the cracks with shaking hands
Still act surprised when I can't stand
I'm talking to myself

I'm feeling dead, inside my bones
This kind of dread, is everything I know
Everything I know is hard to love
Everything has turned to dust
Has turned to dust

I'm feeling dead, inside my bones
This kind of dread, is everything I know
Everything I know is hard to love
Everything has turned to dust