Tortures Of The Damned - Bayside

I hate myself,

more than I ever let on.

I’m burned out at 22.

I lived too fast and I loved too much and I’ll die too young,

but I chose this cup that I drank from.

Knew what I was getting into.

But I couldn’t let out what I had to keep in.

I’m ashamed of myself and unspeakable sins,

that I’ve committed and:

I’ve made mistakes,

but I’ll find my way.

There’s no explanation for,

the things I’ve failed at before.

They can’t hold my hand.

It just hurts to be a man,

Through the tortures of the damned.

If I only had an axe,

I’d sever the ties I’ve made with the world.

Maybe I can be a stranger,

in a strange place.

If I start now, maybe I can be saved.

If I only had a mask,

I’d cover these bleeding eyes.

They’re bloodshot now but they’ll be black by dawn.

If I wake up now,

I can be pure again.

Look at me now, I’m on the tracks with my back towards

the last train leaving town.