The Used

He wears his heart
safety pinned to his backpack
His backpack is all that he knows
Shot down by strangers
whose glances can cripple
the heart and devour the soul
All alone he turns to stone
while holding his breath after death
Terrified of whats inside
to save his life he crawls
like a worm from a bird
crawls like a worm from a bird
Out of his mind the way
pushes him whispering
must have been out of his mind
new day delusions are
pushing this out of his head
maybe out of his mind
All alone he turns to stone
while holding his breath after death
Terrified of whats inside
to save his life he
crawls like a worm from a bird
crawls like a worm from a bird