I've got a feeling, I've got a feeling These broken nights and bitter ends We would always starve and devour Our closest friends my beautiful friends Paranoia my paranoia Can't let it go, it never lets me go What am I feeling, why am I feeling Forecast into the freezing cold
I'm the last and the first in a very sad set of eyes To the bone, to the knees, to the factory line I am numb to the shot, I have a crippling fear of heights 'Cause the fall sounds a lot like a symphony of cries