The most successful man has an Achilles' heel

His painted pillars may crumble and peel

But he wears a smile, spineless and mindless

Now the sun comes up on another broken faith

Everything is gone and I don't want to live

These months pass like hours in autumn haze

Speaking empty words in a drunken daze

Yeah, he is swimming to forget

Beautiful and dysfunctional

Now the sun comes up on another broken faith

Everything is gone and I don't want to live

Naked to the world

His feet are bleeding

Waiting to cross the road

Let him in, yeah, he'll go on

Now the sun comes up on another broken faith

Everything is gone and I don't want to live

Now the wind is blowing, yeah, the house is locked

Writing to the stars about the emptiness