Twisting tongue,
Fallen of the edge again.
Need some space, need disgrace,
I'm confused, I'm in a maze.

I need for you to pick me up,
When I fall down!

There's so much more, we can go far,
But I can't control my selfish ways.

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Enter tragedy, slash my soul!
Why is it part of the plan?
Do you question me?
I question you!

Who's the man in front of me?
I'm blindfolded, I can't see,
Need a reason, I'm left empty.

I need for you to pick me up,
When I fall down!

[Chorus]

This inner apathy, brings me to life.
I know it's strange and it's draining me.
I'm tired, I'm fed up, I'm a slave!

I'm tired, I'm fed up, I'm a slave!

[Chorus]

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Anders Friden, Bjorn Gelotte