Lyrics

Oh, answers in the cold, wet leaves.
Can't shake this feeling, or ignore the dreams.
I live in panic, worried what the coming spring will show.
Are there patient skeletons underneath the snow?

What did I do?

Oh, I never really liked this song.
Digging up the images that were all but gone.
Oh, would they listen, or would I confess in vain?
Not one shred of evidence to support my claim.

What should I do?

Is there someone inside, someone I hide?
Uninvited, and unwelcome here.
Psyche, tell me no lies, take your hands from my eyes.
I'd rather die from consequences that to live another day with this fear.

Is there someone inside, someone I hide?
Uninvited, and unwelcome here.
Psyche, tell me no lies, take you hands from my eyes.
I'd rather die from consequences than to live another day with this...
Is there someone inside?
Uninvited, and unwelcome.
Psyche, don't tell me lies.
I'd rather die from consequences than to live another day.
Die from consequences than to live another day.
Face the consequences.