I'll leave it all here
in a sharp broken pile
to sort through if you're feeling brave
the joy and the hate
the decisions I've made
the ugly, the stupid, the insane

Leave it alone the gristle and bone
break free of the lies you tell
crooked and blind
just make up your mind
to be harder than a coffin nail
Keep your ideas, those rusted machines
the beliefs that you hold on high
I have no need of your blaring dull static
I can't find uses for mine

I tried to kill the screaming
inside of my head
wound up empty
as the bottles
at my feet
now I spend my time making
all the things thieves could want
and sharpen rage on these walls
till I can find the point

Leave it alone the gristle and bone
break free of the lies you tell
crooked and blind
just make up your mind
to be harder than a coffin nail
Keep your ideas, those rusted machines
the beliefs that you hold on high
I have no need of your blaring dull static
I can't find uses for mine

It's the howling of ghosts
it's the beast's steady march
It's the echoes of nightmares and sins
but there's truth to be found
in that hard rocky ground
in the corners where light never gets in

Leave it alone the gristle and bone
break free of the lies you tell
crooked and blind
just make up your mind
to be harder than a coffin nail
Keep your ideas, those rusted machines
the beliefs that you hold on high
I have no need of your blaring dull static
I can't find uses for mine