Mudvayne

“My cup is empty, but I still poor”

“When everything is lost (peel it all away)Haunting us with questions (asking)Will we... Ever find the smile inside (no), is it hiddenBehind the sweating eyes (bleeding)Dead inside a scream that's pouring from me”

“Maybe we're all the children of a star,Misguided in direction, our misdirection”