the head is shot the nerves rubbed raw like a tooth sharpening cannibal i'd eat the heart that beats in fear so it could never keep me here i'm working on my satellite if you could help me i might find a way to make my plea get through just beam me back a little proof i'm tired of feeling... feeling tired and I'm feeling... feeling tired i'm scratching at these cataracts to try and see what's still intact i sold the heart that beats in fear the road ahead now is desolately clear i wish i may i wish i'd find a way to make these scars feel real so i could stand and face what's here i'm tired of feeling... feeling tired... i'm feeling tired mother won't you hear my desperate cries? i'm calling in... mother won't you hear my desperate crying? i've been so shut down yeah i'll admit i'm struggling mother won't you hear my desperate crying?