Don't stop,
tell me that I earned this one
Cause one is one, too many,
too many is not enough
I swallowed my pride,
I just want the hardest stuff
My appetite beneath
the ties is love
Don't stop,
tellin' me it's all been fun
If I'm gettin' paid to make you
feel like you're the one
Tell me, you look for it in
every eye before
Tell me, the lies you think
I'm looking for
But do you see me,
looking through a glass darkly
Angels sing in sympathy
As I try to hold the fears in
And I'll be held in pain
Squandering my words to say
I could lose myself today
As I try to kill the feelings
I start and sink to a number blue
Well, I don't care, it's in the room,
dis arm me
Here and here,
our fellow fucked -up sons of
Abraham
An other wounded child inside a man,
in side a man to be
And do you see me still dressed
up for the liturgy?
Asking myself how do we
betray what we believe in?
And there is part of me that's
propping up the bar you see
Or is the bar flopping on me?
As I try to kill the feelings
I try to kill the feelings I
try to kill the feelings
I try to kill the feelings