Filling your Pockets

 

Iím at the end of my rope
Iím at the end of my daze
and I never saw tomorrow clearer

Wondering if I can cope

Wandering through all the haze

And now I see myself inside the mirror.

 

Wait in the sanctuary of helpless lullabies
Trapped in the eppavessant will to empathize

 

Wonít you come into my room,
Welcome you into my cage
Under lock and key and youíre the jailer
all things that Iíve done for you

All things that never came true

And now you know that youíre a total failure

 

Hate all the misery and ways you hypnotize

Filling your pockets with the things I now despise
Yeah

 

Iím at the end of my rope
Iím at the end of my daze

And I never saw tomorrow clearer

Wondering if I can cope
Wandering through all the haze

Now I see nothing inside the mirror.

 

Hate all the misery and ways you hypnotize

Filling your pockets with the things I now despise
Yeah