Stripped down, emptied, left with nothing.
What the fuck did we work for?
To be taken, castrated.
I would give anything just to know your name,
So I can have my part in your fall.
I really just want to take back what is mine.
But what goes will come around to you.
As I walk into an empty room,
Struck by an instant heart beat,
I feel the impending senses of doom weigh down upon me.
I need a name along with a face,
To displace the outrage.
When nobody knows a goddamn thing.
It's time to realize we're fucked.
It's hard when there's no solution.
And we try to face the world with broken limbs.
If and when you're found then you'll be the one,
Then you will be the one to be left without a single fucking thing.
I'm falling to the ground,
And I'm feeling sick,
But really we are the ones who have been taken for everything.