Stitches

Our mind's asleep and we're all going through the motions

Like a ship to sea on some uncharted ocean

Dream about the past you can't go back

Bet your father never told you that

Look in the mirror here's the root of all that's evil

Pulling stitches through the holes of all these people

Tie the knot before it closes back

Bet you wish you could let go of that

It's hard to stare at your broken soul

You had a hard time but you never let it show

Too ashamed of the things you'll never know