Back from hell, I thought I absolved my sins
I've done my time trying to be honest
But every time I turn around to speak they say:
"To be clear is wrong."
Grey is the shade of white I wear.
But I'm more transparent than ever.

Take these eyes I use them to judge you all
But closed, the sound is purely un-judgeable
The devil lies in the details of things we've all chosen to miss
God forbid a single mistake would ever go unnoticed.

Honesty is honestly a policy I can't keep.
The things I take, take back from me.
Karma's a filthy whore who lies in wait
while you lay down to sleep.

I stand alone in desolation.
All my fears and sorrows left me in isolation.
So I cry out; "I am nothing."
I look at myself, and I see nothing.
Nothing worth saving.

I know I've hurt the ones I love,
but I can do nothing. I can do nothing.
I would if I could, I would change the past.
But I can do nothing. I have no control.
As I survey the wreckage of things left to come.
I'm reminded that these things cannot be undone.
And I can see ever more clear
that nothing, nothing, nothing can save me.

No more hope.
I stand alone in desolation.
My fears have kept me in isolation.
And I can feel it deep down in my chest,
that there is no hope, there's no hope, there's no hope.
There's no more.