Mr. Rock

Something is missing, some sense
Something that I do not know well to say what it is
But it bothers me a lot
That makes me want to scream

I only see empty people like myself
The world sucks
Oh, Please Mr. Rock, do something for me
Help me
I beg

It's in music that I feel alive
But it seems like dying
I'm out of control
Finding myself again
I understand you
No one is willing to save me
No one deserves you
Nobody
But

I only see empty people like myself
The world sucks
Oh, Please Mr. Rock, do something for me
Help me
I beg

Just to feel it
Feel it again
That sensation
That emotion
Your music is poetry
Can't you see?

Of devilish saints
Of lost souls
The real love

Give it to me again
I need it
I want it all
I want it now

Heal me
Listen to me
I beg you