You wonder why I'm so despondent
While you watch me writhe with my hands tied
But you never want to see this side of brick and bone
I leave at the door when I come home
What is home but an edifice of flesh and stone?
That I don't really know
Forced to stand alone
One step away from apathy
It's none of your concern
No matter what I try, still I feel nothing
And not a stone unturned
A bite of the bittersweet, they beg and plead for a taste
The low-hanging fruit you feed
Behind closed doors, a waste
Bent on demise, it's in benign design
The voice inside your head will quiet fears when you are dead
Do you feel the same
Faces without a name?
One step away from apathy
It's none of your concern
No matter what I try, still I feel nothing
And not a stone unturned
And in the end, it's just a game you play
You rip my pride away
It's just the price I pay
And in the end, my bones don't bend, they break
You're not my friend, you're fake
And you hold all the blame
They say I'm out of luck, misfortune's in my blood
I'm sick of feeling stuck, can't stand to be undone
I'm holding out for love, but ended up with none
Not your prodigal son
Not your prodigal son
Not your prodigal son