the head is shot the nerves rubbed raw   like a tooth sharpening cannibal   i'd eat the heart that beats in fear   so it could never keep me here   i'm working on my satellite   if you could help me i might find   a way to make my plea get through   just beam me back a little proof      i'm tired of feeling... feeling tired   and I'm feeling... feeling tired      i'm scratching at these cataracts   to try and see what's still intact   i sold the heart that beats in fear   the road ahead now is desolately clear      i wish i may i wish i'd find   a way to make these scars feel real   so i could stand and face what's here      i'm tired of feeling... feeling tired... i'm feeling tired      mother won't you hear   my desperate cries?   i'm calling in...   mother won't you hear my desperate crying?   i've been so shut down yeah i'll admit i'm struggling   mother won't you hear my desperate crying?