Chimaira

I thought I knew you
My dream had come true
Look back, Don't crack
Your stares are empty now
I am still here I won't crack
It's all coming back
My thoughts of the fading you
Reach through, make you
Mold myself for two I cry for the bleeding...whore
Loss of feeling now I take the pain
So it's all right now I'm still a justified hole in your eyes
A pupil never a master A crumble of dirt to the land
Take the blood right out of my hands as you