Cleansed (Demo)

I wash my hands of this too Surreal to all I've seen through The cataracts that block you I wash my hands of this too I can't redeem you anymore So I wash my hands of this too What is it like inside a cage To bury pain with passing age I realize perspective haunts you Gets you down, down, down But you cannot expect me To forgive, forget what you said I want to get back in line I think I just need a sign That I'm not far off track That I'm not a burned out hack I want it, I need it, a life that gets redeeming I need it, a vision, a sight to fight this feeling I'm useless, I'm beaten, I'm crashing and I'm bleeding I'm dying, denying, that I'm not falling apart You have done your damage