Polished is what I've been for years, a needed revolution to bring some tears.
And if you just break me, it'll all be over, all over.
It's over.
Faced now with something that's so surreal.
BOXED IN, THERE'S A LACK OF ALL DETAIL.
And I'm just staying here for a while.
A need to bleed.
A need to hurt inside.
Forgive this and bring back my--

Am I sure? (ready, ready)
I swear I'd snap out of this.
A soul lost and found.
But now I'm sure, and ready, ready to stop and feel what I've missed.
Now it's up to me.

Poisoned with a pill that blocks my ears.
Hearing the secrets that unlock the years.
All these years feeling all that I haven't felt this numbness is over, all over.
It's over.
A need to bleed.
A need to hurt inside.
Forgive this and bring back my life.
A need to burn.
A need to hurt inside.
Life will return to my eyes.
And I will be gracious now.
So bury me.
And bury this alive.
And I will be gracious now, so bury me alive.