Suture Self

The head is shot the nerves rubbed raw
 Like a tooth sharpening cannibal
 I'd eat the heart that beats in fear
 So it could never keep me here
 I'm working on my satellite
 If you could help me i might find
 A way to make my plea get through
 Just beam me back a little proof
 I'm tired of feeling... feeling tired
 And I'm feeling... feeling tired
 I'm scratching at these cataracts
 To try and see what's still intact
 I sold the heart that beats in fear
 The road ahead now is desolately clear
 I wish i may i wish i'd find
 A way to make these scars feel real
 So i could stand and face what's here
 I'm tired of feeling... feeling tired... i'm feeling tired
 Mother won't you hear
 My desperate cries?
 I'm calling in...
 Mother won't you hear my desperate crying?
 I've been so shut down yeah i'll admit i'm struggling
 Mother won't you hear my desperate crying?