Can't feel my face I hate this place I feel like I belong up in outer space Want to rewind Back to the time When nobody knew I was even alive I drown my sorrows in the bottle I'm not thinking 'bout tomorrow (I'm not thinking 'bout tomorrow) Cuz my chest is feeling hollow And I tell you that I'm sorry, but I'm not really sorry It's my fault that you don't want me, yeah But I can't free myself I've got these voices in my head chanting king of the dead And I can't live my life because reality's mislead and I'm the king of the dead I regret the tears I've shed but you'll never see them again cuz I'm the king of the dead I was sleeping in my bed when I had a dream that showed me that I'm already dead