I SEE THE MOUNTAINTOPS
GOLD RUNS INTO MY CUP
THE TASTE OF MY SYMPTOMS
WILL NO LONGER BLOOD HAVE THE TASTE OF
MY GOLDEN DAGGER IN HAND
BURNING, HEALING MY WOUNDS
WHO KNOWS WHICH WAY TO GO?
BROKEN IS BETTER THAN NEW

ORCHESTRAL SOUNDS IN MY HEAD
I WILL ERUPT AGAIN
ADDICT WITH NO CODEINE
I WILL IMPROVE MY STRENGTH
MY KNEES ARE FINALLY WELDED
WHEN MENDING BECOMES SO CLEAR
TRY TO KEEP THIS FLAME ALIGHT
LET IT BRIGHTEN YOUR GOLDEN HEART
THE EMBER ERODES MY EYES
ALL THESE SCARS ARE NOW MY PRIDE

SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BEFORE
THAT THIS WAY WOULD'VE BEEN SO SIMPLE
SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BEFORE
THAT THIS WAY WOULD'VE BEEN SO SIMPLE
BEFORE
SO SIMPLE
BEFORE
SO SIMPLE

TRY TO KEEP THIS FLAME ALIGHT
LET IT BRIGHTEN YOUR GOLDEN HEART
THE EMBER ERODES MY EYES
ALL THESE SCARS ARE NOW MY PRIDE

ORCHESTRAL SOUNDS IN MY HEAD
I MAKE IT GOOD AS NEW