My scabs are almost picked   Slowly growing into this   Feelings I just can't let go   I am such a bore that you need that much more   Go back that way and see what you get from me then   Nothing at all   My dead hands rise   Why am I this way?   Face my past I can't let go   I see them in the jel   Laughing at me it is hell   Nothing can stop this torture   Fake my way through life   Call on my wife   Went back that way and I saw just what I was worth   Nothing at all   My dead hands rise   Why am I this way?   Face my past I can't let go   I won't take no for an answer