Scream into an echo chamber A thousand cuts, they're all inflamed I'm standing there with a razor in my hand But I didn't know these wounds would scar this bad And I'm not expecting you to understand When the exit's in pieces We'll find, find our way home in the end Find our way home in the end But I didn't know these wounds would scar this bad We'll find, find our way home in the end I know it's all in my control Engines will not make me whole It's complicated When the exit's in pieces In, in, in, in, in, in In, in, in, in, in, in the end In, in, in, in, in, in