Two decades spent trying to find my place in unfamiliar comfort
Trying to find out why my hands still shake, amongst my absent nervous breaks
A devotion made of stone, one by which I will not break
And I swear to God that I won’t make the same mistakes
And at the end of it all
Our graves will be dug
In the same soil of this hell we call home

And maybe if you set me aflame
My wounds would cauterize
So burn a whole in my skin
And let the rest catch fire
Burn a whole in my skin
And let the rest catch fire

And I’ve been trying to find a way
To escape from my state of decay
And I long for the day
I don’t need anyone to convince me
I’m getting better
And maybe I am

My life in the making
I will die living
Two decades spent trying to find my place
My life in the making
I will die living
Two decades spent trying to find my place
Two decades spent trying to find my place