Something is missing, some sense
Something that I do not know well tô say what it is
But it bothers me a lot
That makes me want tô scream

I only see empty people like myself
The world sucks
Oh, Please Mr. Rock, do something for me
Help me... I beg

It's in music that I feel alive
But it seems like dying
I'm out of control
Finding myself again
I understand you
No one is willing tô save me
No one deserves you
Nobody... But

I only see empty people like myself
The world sucks
Oh, Please Mr. Rock, do something for me
Help me... I beg

Just tô feel it
Feel it again
That sensation
That emotion
Your music is poetry
Can't you see?

Of devilish saints
Of lost souls
The real love

Give it tô me again
I need it
I want it all
I want it now

Heal me
Listen tô me
I beg you