Branded

Angry Amputees

There's nothing more to hide as I slip into oblivion once again.



No less than paranoid when I know, I know my numbers up for my sins.



Cut myself to stop the suffocation, all my dumb luck's dried up



No one knows of the humiliation, a prisoner held by guilt



Now I'm wearing it, wearing A



Would you fall to save my name at all?



Behind closed doors I'll be dead by dawn



Would you fall to save my name at all?



Self-contempt, hating myself



When I'm wearing it, wearing A



There's nothing more to hide as I strip myself of all my pride



Once again I've slipped



Finding quick to realize that it was, it has, and always will be my life.



Would you fall to save my name at all?



Behind closed doors I'll be dead by dawn



Would you fall to save my name at all?

It might take everything to be saved.