Lyrics

Try not to sleep in dreams that creep, nightmares are waiting
And not to bleed from cuts so deep, the surgeon’s hands are shaking
You want to pour your feelings over me, I will not feel
You want for them to see

This is how the wicked live, wasted with their dead tomorrows
Manifest with lust filled minds, the negative sex just seems so shallow

The stitches pull at all your nerves, your voice left torn and bleeding
Gently you speak but-oh-so softly now, the pain repeating
You want to pour your feelings over me, I will not feel

You want for them to see

This is how the wicked live, wasted with their dead tomorrows
Manifest with lust filled minds, the negative sex just seems so shallow
This is how the wicked live, wasted with their dead tomorrows
Historic dreams, reality - feeding on their lives and sorrows