Misery... loves company


Pasted faces
On pasted papers
Wasted chases
Chasing vapors

Devoured like a mad man
Never satisfied, never pacified
If I were like a dead man
Then nothing would bring me back to life

I'll Set this
Set this back to right
I'll Set this
Back to right

Haunting faces
With pasted on smiles
Daunting chases
We've chased it for miles

Devoured like a mad man
Never satisfied, never pacified
If I were like a dead man
Then what could bring me back to life?

I'll Set this
Set this back to right
I'll Set this
Back to right

If I can
If I can

I can feel it slipping
From my grasp
I can feel it ripping
My heart out of the shadow it casts

I'll Set this
Set this back to right
I'll Set this
Back to right

If I can
If I can
at last