Pressure from without
Illusion and doubt
Nothing turns me off
Excuses, I feel lost
Anger I put on
Shouldn't this feel wrong
Lamb, touch me
I feel dead
If I'd known I'd've
been better prepared that
Life is such a
Lonely b****, I'm always falling
down, down
Illusion and doubt
Nothing turns me off
Excuses, I feel lost
Anger I put on
Shouldn't this feel wrong
Lamb, touch me
I feel dead
If I'd known I'd've
been better prepared that
Life is such a
Lonely b****, I'm always falling
down, down