Tell me your sorrows
I’ll make them my own
Give me your troubles
I’ll give them a home

An empty shell
That’s all that I am
I’ll take your unhappiness
Pour them in to my hand

Regret feeds my soul
Pain is my sleep
Anger my lullaby
All mine to keep

Listen to the night sound
A car passing by
The hum of a machine
They cradle us in lies

Pluck every hair out
Pull out your nails
Cut your insides open
Death will never fail

Blackness turns to dawn
Shadows never fade
Starting another day
New sorrows can be made