The animals, they feed on tears
just to stay alive,
By shuddering and screaming
they begin to thrive,

They crawl toward the cracks of light
for some hope of freedom,
Nothing found except the sound
of their own shattered screaming,

I stagger on toward the light,
I've become tired of me,
I drag my broken body down,
I've become tired of me,

I've grown so lost inside my room,
And no forgiveness has ever been true,
In my heart I feel so sorry,
So sorry for losing you,

I stagger on toward the light,
I've become tired of me,
I drag my broken body down,
I've become tired of me,

The animals, they feed on tears
so solemnly to cleanse their fears,
And in their hearts they feel so cold,
These broken hearts are letting go,

I stagger on toward the light,
I've become tired of me,
I drag my broken body down,
I've become tired of me.

By: Daniel Hansen
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