Hopeless And Beaten - Requiem Mass
Help me, I can't put it away
And you can't make me, so I disobey
Help me, this thing is feeding
Hopeless and fucking beaten
I tried all along (help me, please)
And it did things to me (it's too real)
Had to take prestige (it's not me)
I can't feel a thing (suffering)
I feel sympathy, my hurt on display
And I see it boiling up, so hard to disobey
Hold me, it's coming, I can't see
Hopeless and fucking beaten
Hopeless and fucking beaten
I tried all along (help me, please)
And it did things to me (it's too real)
Had to take prestige (it's not me)
I can't feel a thing (suffering)
I can't remember a thing
You had me strung up by a string
Oh, the things I wish I could convey
A better version be allowed to sing
And nothing feeds the heartbreak left behind
And nothing soothes the hurting, only time
Nothing, only time
Nothing, only time
Nothing, only time
Beats me up inside
Hopeless and fucking beaten
Hopeless and fucking beaten
I tried all along (help me, please)
And it did things to me (it's too real)
Had to take prestige (it's not me)
I can't feel a thing (suffering)
And you can't make me, so I disobey
Help me, this thing is feeding
Hopeless and fucking beaten
I tried all along (help me, please)
And it did things to me (it's too real)
Had to take prestige (it's not me)
I can't feel a thing (suffering)
I feel sympathy, my hurt on display
And I see it boiling up, so hard to disobey
Hold me, it's coming, I can't see
Hopeless and fucking beaten
Hopeless and fucking beaten
I tried all along (help me, please)
And it did things to me (it's too real)
Had to take prestige (it's not me)
I can't feel a thing (suffering)
I can't remember a thing
You had me strung up by a string
Oh, the things I wish I could convey
A better version be allowed to sing
And nothing feeds the heartbreak left behind
And nothing soothes the hurting, only time
Nothing, only time
Nothing, only time
Nothing, only time
Beats me up inside
Hopeless and fucking beaten
Hopeless and fucking beaten
I tried all along (help me, please)
And it did things to me (it's too real)
Had to take prestige (it's not me)
I can't feel a thing (suffering)
Credits
Writer(s): Reginald Arvizu, Jonathan Howsman Davis, James Christian Shaffer, Brian Philip Welch, Raymond Lee Luzier
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