We are not in control But we're holding the wheel We're just holding on Lives strewn across the floor Dearly discarded Broken glass mémoire Such a pretty mess we leave And we'll bleed out loud From the wounds of our hearts And we'll scream our lungs Until we're so sick And we'll bleed out loud From the wounds of our hearts And we'll scream our lungs Until we're so sick of the sound We are drowning in our faults We're living with fears We can't overcome Fate, take me in your arms I'm ready to feel Cold oblivion And we'll bleed out loud From the wounds of our hearts And we'll scream our lungs Until we're so sick And we'll bleed out loud From the wounds of our hearts And we'll scream our lungs Until we're so sick of the sound A drink to our annihilation