Story Behind The Song

I sat down and wrote it one day.

Song Description

Anger felt by a man who was abused as a child.

Lyrics

It's you, it's them, it's everything-
I hate this fucking place.
Forgiveness fell to hatred and
it's etched upon my face...

each frown, each line a place in time
that I cannot forget.
Hopeless tears now run their course
obscured by nervous sweat.

You painted me disgusting.
You sculpted me a freak.
Maybe when it's said enough
a lie can be believed.

I bind myself in loathing
with knots I can't undo.
The rope is strong and every one
seems closer to a noose.

Scream, dont cry, don't question why.

It's you, it's me. No sympathy.
A secret second face.
Deceit born of necessity
to keep the walls in place.

I can't get out, can't let you in,
can't let it go again.
I'll live and die with this inside
and so it never ends.

The cuts I've made, the razorblades,
the cigarettes, the scars.
The wretched guilt that burns my throat,
the child you pushed too far.

All these things you gave to me
so I can't help but keep
falling with the weight of them
and drowning in my sleep.

Scream, don't cry, don't question why.

Fuck you, fuck them, fuck everything.
I can't hide my distaste.
It seems I fell in loathing with
these people and this place.

They painted me disgusting.
They sculpted me a freak.
The lengths I'd go to let them know
just what they did to me.

Scream, don't cry, don't question why.

Fuck you, fuck them, fuck everything.
I hate this fucking place.
Forgiveness fell to hatred
and it's etched upon my face.

Each frown, each line a place in time
that I cannot forget.
Pointless tears can't run their course
obscured by nervous sweat.

The cuts I've made, the razorblades,
the cigarettes, the scars.
The wretched guilt that burns my throat.
The man you pushed too far.

All these things you gave to me
so I can't help but keep
falling with the weight of them
and drowning in my sleep.

Scream, don't cry, don't question why.