"I hear something out there calling my name

No matter where I turn it all looks the same

I never sleep at night, I just stay up and wait

But the burning in my blood never came

(...)

I know that what I am is not who I should be.

The devil takes my hand and says, "Child come with me"

My body shivers and aches, I can't break free.

Why do the things I hate come so naturally?"

                                                                                 

                                                                                                 "Dance on our graves" - Paper Route