'm sifting through the wreckage
Filled my lungs with stone
I need to find myself dead
What difference did I make?
Language is the hammer we're beneath
Start with a vanishing sun
Now anger is the root of his spree
Lighted like the 4th of July
Language is the hammer we're beneath
Stare into the eyes of hate and smile at their beauty
Taken by confusion they no longer have a home
All he ever wanted was to disappear
All he ever wanted was to take his life back
All he ever wanted was to disappear
All he ever wanted was to take his life back"¦