Every Broken Piece of Me

Waiting in the cold for me to arrive
My undernourished dreams they want a piece of me
Find another word to say I'm alive
While I am slowly passing to the other side

They're coming, they've got blind eyes
Creeping into my mind
They're coming, they've got blind eyes
Wherever I go

Always on the run, my shade lags behind
And I can feel the bruises aching on my back
Nothing's left to me but to spread my arms
And find a place for every broken piece of me

They're coming, they've got blind eyes
I will stand this time
They're coming, they've got blind eyes
So I'll let them come