Filling your Pockets

I’m at the end of my rope
I’m 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

Won’t you come into my room,
Welcome you into my cage
Under lock and key and you’re the jailer
all things that I’ve done for you

All things that never came true

And now you know that you’re a total failure

Hate all the misery and ways you hypnotize

Filling your pockets with the things I now despise
Yeah

I’m at the end of my rope
I’m 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