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?