Broken Hands and Heart Grenades.

Broken hands and Heart grenades.
Stuck in this life of stupid charades.
Shattered laughter and phony smiles.
Long lost dreams lay broken in piles.


Careful now, don't slip up.
Eyes always watch.
Waiting to judge.
Waiting to corrupt.

Look at yourself.
Are you who you were?
Or have you been consumed?
Left lost, and unsure.

Caught in a world of persuasion.
Leaving old friends in a state of devastation.
Trapped in their world of intoxication.

Quickly now, nail me to the cross.
'Cause you know I'd die for you at any cost.
With each nail you put in your coffin,
You ram one through my heart.
And I'm becoming so numb...
You're tearing me apart.

I'm so lost in saving you,
I'm to wrapped up to save myself.
So what do heroes do, when they need to be rescued?
What do role-models do when they're going through Hell?

What can a savior do when they need to be saved?
Because while reaching for you, my path has been paved.