I'm a whore and I'm feeling sorry for myself
In your arms I am drowning like the child I was

I need more, can you help me?
Feed my sin, come and kill me
It's calling
Calling
Calling
Calling me

Endless skies falling freely down upon my head
So much for hopeless dreaming, frustration settles in

I need more, can you help me?
Feed my sin, come and kill me
It's calling
Calling
Calling
Calling me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bob Benish, Chester Bennington, Mace Beyers, Peter Anthony Nappi, Sean C. Dowdell