Hollow-eyed glare Dead eyes gazing deep into my soul Words of sorrow spill from the mouth A face without courage, a face without hope Faithless, this man he is ruthless An empty persona drained of dreams Faithless, he carries a frozen heart Ruthless, his mind is poison And so, I face him eye to eye And so, I tell him these words That have been lingering for so long I am not dead Thoughts of giving in But I want to feel Sing my song to make me live For every ounce of doubt I carry Sing with me until I bleed no more The road I walk seems to lead to nowhere A heavy heart and broken thoughts So this is how I feel without the support of light Day or night is a worldly thing When the gift of sight is taken from you The pitch black is my only companion It guides me into the unknown I am not dead Thoughts of giving in But I want to feel Sing my song to make me live For every ounce of doubt I carry Sing with me until I bleed no more I refuse to drop dead Thoughts of raising up Because I want to live and feel Sing my song to make us live For every ounce of doubt we carry We sing together until we bleed no more We sing together until we bleed no more