This is the first time that I've seen Exactly where I want to be and how the fuck I'll make it there And I'm sick of looking back at all the chances I once had To see for the first time
They're all crawling away from it slowly, all afraid of the light But i see colors and I see structures, strictly one of a kind I think I know which way i'm headed, just need to follow the light What's the sense in waiting for it to come? If I fail i know i tried.
But every time i turn the page, i see your god-damn haunting face It's in my way Rest assured this will stay the same, well go ahead and drain my veins Drain my veins