I hate myself, more than I ever let on. I'm burned out at 22. I lived too fast and I loved too much and I'll die too young, but I chose this cup that I drank from. Knew what I was getting into. But I couldn't let out what I had to keep in. I'm ashamed of myself and unspeakable sins, that I've committed and: I've made mistakes, but I'll find my way. There's no explanation for, the things I've failed at before. They can't hold my hand. It just hurts to be a man, Through the tortures of the damned. If I only had an axe, I'd sever the ties I've made with the world. Maybe I can be a stranger, in a strange place. If I start now, maybe I can be saved. If I only had a mask, I'd cover these bleeding eyes. They're bloodshot now but they'll be black by dawn. If I wake up now, I can be pure again. Look at me now, I'm on the tracks with my back towards the last train leaving town. (4x)