Staring at the walls to pass the time I've been here before Pinch myself make sure I'm still alive Friends and family, I'm losing all ties I will survive another month under these grey skies We've carried each other through and over the seas We live for

We're like thunder in the rain You're fire, I'm lightning We're burning at the core Girl we're a perfect storm Every time our hearts collide I can feel our love come alive It's the same, baby Hear the rumble in your chest Feel the wind coming off your

They said I have died. I still felt alive. I won't believe their lies. I can still see through these Help me, I'm not dead Wake me from this hell. Tell me I'm alive.

As we call out to dry bones come alive, come alive We call out to dead hearts come alive, come alive Up out of the ashes let us see an army rise We call out to dry bones, come alive Now breathe, oh breath of god Through the eyes of men it seems there's

Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy, yea, yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy Pa said he's got a lot of things to do Doesn't matter, I don't want Pa to skin me alive like he's gonna do to you if he finds out Pa said not to bother him. And if he's not gonna be

And a lust for life, and a lust for life Keeps us alive, keeps us alive Take off, take off Take off all your clothes And I was like Take off all of your clothes 'Cause we're the masters of our own fate We're the captains of our own souls They say only

I'm alive - and the world shines for me today I'm alive - suddenly I am here today Seems like forever (and a day), thought I could never (feel this way) (Instrumental break) Is this really me? I'm alive, I'm alive I'm alive - and the dawn breaks across

So look in my eyes, what will you leave behind once you've gone? (so precious) You got what you came for now I think its time to move on (when will you say) But these ghosts come alive like water and wine To them these streets belong My hands are soaking

Intestinal crank And the crank will turn Drawing out the guts I will die in pain Disemboweled alive Butchers drag me to the rack Bind my hands to the bar Legs are fastened to the table Hooded man unsheathes his knife

Shut the fuck up! Get up! Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line Itching is the pulse inside Creeping out to come alive It's just doing what it's gonna do And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by