White paper and empty places   The head between my shoulders,   wounded and bleeding badly   I can smell your remorse   Stains all over      Been outside and seen it all   You are the master, you know it all   Made yourself a number   And your time is now      Holding tight, wish you were nearer   Lost my voice, don't want to scream no more   It's like a box and I'm trapped inside   I've been paralyzed   This narrow road ends to a ditch      Been outside and seen it all   You are the master, you know it all   Made yourself a number   And your time is now      You fit in the program   And your blood is fine   The skin is perfect   And your heart is in time