Nothing but a name on a grave is what we all we be,
as death is only a step away, turning cold with yesterday.
Blister blue, with frozen knuckles still reaching out for an answer,
but I tell myself I'm nothing (everyday)
I'll never change a thing.
Is this just growing up? I'm so confused.
Lost without hope, no direction no excuse.
I'll never gain ground with one foot in my grave live for today,
hope for tomorrow (they say),
Save myself from broken dreams, save myself from sleepless screams
This is reality, this is my legacy, my heart has already died,
I'm nothing but a faceless name.
A fucking faceless name.