In Shreds

I grasp at lifes fading light
I need you tonight
I need to be heard
Your actions speak louder than words
Ignored by you all
I stumble and fall
I suddenly knew
My life meant nothing at all
In shreds, I stare down at the street
Yearning for sleep
That blissful escape
But when it comes its always too late
The whore in my bed
The noise in my head
A hole in my pride
Its coming and theres nowhere to hide
It seems to me to be self-contradictory
It seems to me you count your victories while theyre there
Ignored by you all
I stumble and fall
I suddenly knew
My life meant nothing at all
The whore in my bed
The noise in my head
The hole in my pride
Its coming and theres nowhere to hide
It seems to me to be self-contradictory
It seems to me you count your blessings while theyre there
You count your blessings while theyre there
Count your victories while theyre there
It seems, it seems, it seems
It seems to me
To be
To be self-contradictory
It seems to me youve become part of the machinery
Part of the machinery
Part of the machinery
Become part of the machinery
Machinery