i thought i saw a man brought to life he was warm he came around like he was dignifiedhe showed me what it was to cry well you couldn't beat that man i adoredyou don't seem to know seem to care what your heart is for but i don't know him anymorethere's nothing where he is to lie my conversation has run dry that's what's going onnothing's right i'm torni'm a lot of faith and this is how i feel i'm cold and i am chained like mickey on the floorillusion never changed into something real i'm wide awake and i can see the perfect sky is tornyou're a little late i'm already tornso i guess the fortune teller's rightshould have seen just what was there and there's a warning lightto crawl beneath my veins and now i don't care i have no luck i don't miss it all that muchthere's just so many things that i can't touch i'm torn i'm a lot of faith this is how i feeli'm cold and i am chained like mickey on the floorillusion never changed into something real i'm wide awake and i can see the perfect sky is tornyou're a little late i'm already torntornthere's nothing where he used to lie my inspiration has run drythat's what's going onnothing's fine i'm torni'm a lot of faith and this is how i feeli'm cold and i am chained like mickey on the floorillusion never changed into something real i'm wide awake and i can see the perfect sky is tornillusion never changed into something real i'm wide awake and i can see the perfect sky is torni'm a lot of faith and this is how i feeli'm cold and i'm ashamedbound and broken on the flooryou're a little late i'm already torntorntorntorntorntorntorntornyou