I don't want you to go I don't want you to stay
I don't know how to feel but, I feel faith
I know you are close: my enemies
Are always easily at bay

My frame is foldin' my face is old
My soul is ragin' I am growin' cold
My frame is foldin' my face is old
My soul is ragin' I am growin' cold

My tale is stranded my sails are down
'cause that's where you want me to be
Draggin' the waters for anything
That might be left of sanity

My frame is foldin' my face is old
My soul is ragin' I am growin' cold
My frame is foldin' my face is old
My soul is ragin' I am growin' cold

Draggin' the limp
I just can't seem to shake it
Draggin' the limp
I just can't seem to break it

Draggin' the limp
I just can't seem to shake it
Draggin' the limp
Oh, please, god, help me

I'm draggin' the dead all behind me
I'm draggin' the dead while I'm blinded
I'm draggin' the dead 'cause it finds me
I'm draggin' the dead and it binds me

I'm sick of the hurt
I'm sick of the pain
I'm sick of the dirt
I'm sick of these chains

I'm sick of the lust
I'm sick of the lies
I'm sick of the drugs
I'm sick of these ties

I'm sick of the hunger
I'm sick of the thirst
I'm ready to break
I'm ready to burst

I'm ready to fight
Not ready to fall
God take it away
God take it all