Curl up under the window

and crouch against the wall

I feel the nighttime about to fall 

And I don't know what to do with myself

So I eat the dirt and I pray for...

And I know I am all wrong

I know it is all wrong

But I don't know what to do with myself

So I drink the blood and I pray for...

Run from these hands if you know what's good for you

I can't control the things I do

And I don't know how to cure myself

So I eat the dirt and I pray for help

I eat the dirt and I pray for help

I eat the dirt and I pray for...