My Soul - Real Work

No one knows my name, name

I could use the fame

I’m so tired and spent

My life feels like empty caskets

You were right I know

My head is full

My hands are falling off right now

My heart is done

My soul might be the last to go

I can’t play this game, game

But it feels so lame, lame

I’m so tired and done

My life feels like broken pieces

Dumb excuse I know

Throwing knives and counting victims

My head is full

My hands are falling off right now

My heart is done

My soul might be the last to go

Help me just find before tonight

I may be lying

Why can’t I trust?

My head is full

My hands are falling off right now

My heart is done

My soul might be the last to go

My head is full

My hands are falling off right now

My heart is done

My soul might be the last to go