Half of the decade trying to cope
More that I injure, sparser the hope
So pry up the tiles and gut out the floors
Find the foundation's not safe anymore

And after the Lord speaks, baby
Take me where the crowd don't run
And I'll find my shadow waiting
Filthy with a twisted tongue
And I'll hide everything in my head
And forget everyone that I've met
And I'll never be open again
Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything

Half of the decadе caught in the rope
Fashion the hеadache, I'll be the host

And after the Lord speaks, baby
Take me where the crowd don't run
And I'll find my shadow waiting
Filthy with a twisted tongue
And I'll hide everything in my head
And forget everyone that I've met
And I'll never be open again
Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything
Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything
Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything