In better days I’ve been known to listen, I go to waste – all my time is missing.

I’m mapping out my ending, it’s never gonna happen now.
These things are condescending, with everybody backing down.

You pray to stars that can help you get by, And all at once you forget to try…
I’d go there if you let me, they’re never gonna find me now.
My life is always empty, and in and out of doubt.

Angels say they can make you suffer, they give and take like a vicious lover.

When all this loses meaning, you’ll never want it back somehow.
Awake but still I’m dreaming, and never waking up…!