I've choked on every word i've said to you death angel    My confidence starts to fade these hands are free   Faith from the outside   bottles in my hand it makes it all pretend   like slaves we walk these dessert sands   tied at the feet and hands   their soles bleed our demands    fall to your knees   hands nailed to the hardwood floor screaming    when everything seems so far away    when the inspiration is gone and the machine is breaking down    i won't feel a fucking thing    i'll burn it to the ground    like slaves we walk these dessert sands    bleeding in and out like a man with   no regrets    i just can't pretend that my life will pass me by without living life long dreams im screaming out