Tekster: Saves The Day. Sound The Alarm. Diseased.

Walking down the hall but all the doors are locked inside
Searching for somebody just to stay with for the night

Please, help me, please
I let my heart go
I'm dead, I'm diseased
I'll drain my life of sorrow

Sifting through the pictures of the ghost inside my mind
Somehow can't forget the times I fail to get things right

Please, help me, please
I let my heart go
I'm dead, I'm diseased
I'll drain my life of sorrow

Head hangs low
Stare at the telephone
Forget the things you'll never know

The night is long
Shadows grow on my wall
I'm calling out, but no ones home

Please, help me, please
I let my heart go
I'm dead, I'm diseased
I'll drain my life of sorrow

No strength left to scream
Ooh..