Текст песне : The Gits. Bob (Cousin O.).

awaken in a state, not my own

the only thing that's real

is that amongst these walls

i whisper to a fear that sleeps in my soul

shutting out my conscience, but i think i know



it hurts me to be angry

it kills me to be kind

but my only torment

is my own disguise

waiting on a favor only goes to show

there's not much in them you can hold



awaken to the only fact that i've

simply wasted chances, but i'm not yet to die

and waiting for my temperament to calm

maybe they can't hear the cracks behind these eyes.



it hurts me to be angry

it kills me to be kind

but my only torment

is my own disguise

waiting on a favor only goes to show

there's not much in them for you to hold



it starts to become something

you can't touch but you can feel

there's something else surrounding me

it's not easy to see



waiting on the chance i've got

i hide behind these walls,

i look through the cracks

i see the same mistakes that i once made

all that i can tell you is there is a price to pay



it hurts me to be angry

it kills me to be kind

but my only torment

is my own disguise

waiting on a favor only goes to show

there's not much in them for you to hold