In the place of the dead I try to play all of my fears away Somes I feel a lot like them Cold and distant from everything How long until I end up like this? Face up and still waiting For rest to take hold of me For silence to wash me away Cuz I swear that if I listen I just hear their voices saying, "Hell is just the time you're wasting Waiting around for nothing." So what the hell am I doing with my life, And how the hell should I know if it's right?