In the face of grave defeat 
Are heard cries for mercy 
No barrier of self control 
No innocent composure 
Abusing love and, like a child, 
Inflicting pain upon itself 
When the calling finally comes 
Will there be no one waiting? 
In blind despair taken in 
By any glimpse of freedom 
Sell your soul to buy some time 
Infect all your longings 
The thought that god has taken sides 
On the path to breaking down 
Disconnected but not alone 
Scream to the tune of the background noise 
Endless thoughts of what is wrong 
Arrive at no conclusion 
On the floor still nursing wounds 
No sense of self to speak of 
The thought that god has taken sides 
On the path to breaking down 
Disconnected but not allone 
Scream to the tune of the background noise 
When does enough become enough? 
When does "no" have meaning?