Awaken in a state, not my own    The only thing that's real is that amongst these walls    I whisper to a fear that sleeps in my soul    Waiting on my conscience butI think I know       It hurt me to be angry kills me to be kind    But my own torment is my own disguise    Waiting on a favor only goes to show    There's not much in them foryou to hold       Awaken to the sudden fact that I've simply wasted chances    But I'm not yet to die    Waiting for my temperament to calm    Maybe they can't hear thecracks behind these eyes       It hurt me to be angry killsme to be kind    But my only torment is my own disguise    Waiting for the favorsthey only go to show    There's not much in them foryou to hold       It starts to become something you can't touch    But you can feel    There's something else surrounding me    It's not easy to see       Awaken to the only chance I've got, I hide behind these walls    I look through the cracks I see the same mistakes    That I once made, well all that I can tell you is there is a price to pay