The sharpened meets the gallows As you stumble into your car So many faces places Need a new beginning To feel, to scream The days that you have now are numbered So will you ever find a home? With nothing left to hold onto I am so sick of feeling numb (murder) Debauchery is soothing As the burning comes today So many faces places Need a new beginning To feel, to scream The days that you have now are numbered So will you ever find a home? With nothing left to hold onto I am so sick of feeling numb (murder)