Mourning star

Sick of myself, my world, my life Get out of my way, this truth can't lie I stop myself, every second I try Every minute of time, is an hour I've died I'm sick of myself, my world, my life Get out of...

Under fears you restore your beliefs, Like an old man in church on a Sunday. Crawl the dirt on your elbows and knees, Any minute you know you could die. So come save us, turn water to wine, Give me...