Wretched   Fatally wounded   Save me from myself      A tormented mind that nothing can appease   A stain on our conscience   A tormented mind now running on empty   A stain on our conscience   A stain on our conscience      Help me find my way back to healing   Take me to your artificial paradise   Feed me the lies I'm dying to hear   I need this illusion to make it through      Wretched   Fatally wounded   Save me from myself      I need a shoulder to rest my head on   Bring me serenity so I can close my eyes; close my eyes on this world   Take me to your artificial paradise   I need an illusion to hide my insanity   Give me, give me the strength I need to carry on   The strength to carry on      Wretched   Fatally wounded   Save me from myself      A tormented mind that nothing can appease   A stain on our conscience   A tormented mind now running on empty   A stain on our conscience   A stain on our conscience      Save me...   Save me...   Save me...   Save me...   I can stare at the enemy in the mirror's reflection   I can stare at the enemy in the mirror's reflection   I can stare at the enemy in the mirror's reflection   I can stare at the enemy in the mirror's reflection