what's the use of crying? tears don't wash away bloodstains
what's the use of building bridges? they all just crumble away
come inside, it's warm and dry, a shelter from the world outside
getting deeper, saturated, drowning in the painful lies
the flames have died down to embers
smoke is rising, through the mist
the plastic smile, early surrender
so many times I've shot and missed
what's the use of praying? good things come to those who wait
but what's the use of waiting, when we're taught that we must pray
as for me, i'll wait patiently, pretending i haven't gone insane
getting deeper, saturated, soaking in self inflected pain
can you take it back? it means nothing
can you take me back to the days when
i could take it back? it meant nothing
i would take it back but it's too late and it's haunting me
what's the use of crying? tears don't wash away bloodstains
suddenly i've heard a voice, felt a presence who shared my pain
i'll stay outside, no need to hide, i'm sick of all the lies inside
getting deeper, i'd kill to get away from it all if i just try
