Take Me

Race for the desert, the dry salvage yard of being She looks ahead, because if she looks behind, its quick to see, there's nothing left to find Voices in the head, having their way again Reason please advise... Past the point, its getting mightily out of hand Too little too late, out of time I heard you... from the inside... when you screamed my name I felt you... through all the hopes you've dreamed... feel the release of shame Flee from the pressure, the endless sea of black and white He used to feel, used to win, now realized, hes empty inside Voices in the head, having their way again Reason please advise... Past the point, its getting mightily out of hand Too little too late, out of time I heard you... from the inside... when you screamed my name I felt you... through all the hopes you've dreamed... feel the release of blame Make it stop, this involuntary indifference I heard you... from the inside... when you screamed my name I felt you... through all the hopes you've dreamed... feel the release of... Feel the release of... feel the release