picked #1 picked picked #2 picked picked #1 picked Many people have tried to save us picked #2 picked but we just block it out and hide picked #1 picked there's nothing left beneath us picked lying on the floor on our side (hammer on from to 6 times) And nothing I want, everything that I need no top no bottom, everything in between Questioning existence We tackle long for the ride niggeling possistems telling us we need to hide Outside conventional dreamers refuse to follow the moon and the tide there's nothing left beneath us crying on the floor on our side And nothing I want, everything that I need no top no bottom, everything in between I can't talk about it The pressure is burying me I never lose my inhibitions with these vultures suckeling me I'm weak and I know it, I'm begging on my knees Take me away and make me complete Save me, save me, save me, save me x4 How could you possibly consolve, how I feel when it is taken me so long for this big reveal This nothing wrong, cause I'm nothing, I'm not real But when I'm nothing babe, then why do this wounds have to heal x2 Save me, save me, save me, save me x2 save me oh save me saaaave me save me from myself yeahhhhhhh from mysseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelf