Tekster: Break.Down. Made Of Scars. Chaos Theory.

DARK SMOKE BLIND MY EYES
WON?T LET ME SEE IF ITS HARD TO FIND
ALL THE SECRETS IN MY HEAD
TO SAVE MY SELF AN HELP ME TO DESPAIR
FULL OF PAIN FULL OF GRACE , SHES IN THE AIR
DOWN IN A HOLE ,ILL BE WAITING THERE FOR YOU
LOOKING ON MY CHILDHOOD BOOKS
TO BURN THE PAST AN GET ME THROUGH
PLEASE COME ON AND TAKE ME NOW!!!!
BEFORE I LOSE MYSELF AND BREAK ME DOWN
SOME SECRETS TOLD , CAN YOU TELL ME IF I'M WRONG
IS DARK AND SLOW , THE KIND OF PLACE WHERE I BELONG

[CHORUS:]
RACKED MY HEAD , NOT MY DAY , CANNOT SEE IT WAS OUT THERE,
HARD TO KNOW ,HARD TO CRAWL , OR SHE MAKES ME DISAPPEAR

SOME SECRETS TOLD , WILL SHOW YOU IF AM I WRONG
IS DARK AND SLOW , THE KIND OF DEATH WHERE I BELONG

[CHORUS:]
RACKED MY HEAD , NOT MY DAY , CANNOT SEE IT WAS OUT THERE,
HARD TO KNOW ,HARD TO CRAWL , OR SHE MAKES ME DISAPPEAR