I feel like something has come to make me away
  I feel like something has done away with me
  I am your victim
  feels like you're using me as prey
  lights getting dim
  feels like you're causing me to pray
  
  patience, conscience, slowly slip in sin
  I can't handle
  living freely in manufactured lives
  I can't handle
  my face has been molded by defeat
  I can't handle
  more lies breeding in disguise
  
  maybe if I cared you would sense my grief
  I'm so washed over that nothing penetrates
  can't cut the strings
  feels like I'm rotting at the core
  stepped out of rhythm
  and now it's causing me to pay