Bag of bones and blood red cheeks. Guilty from the words I speak. Say the truth will set you free. But it won’t for me. Cause I’m uneasy in my skin. Hangin on by a thread. Life it hasn’t left me yet. But I won’t forget. The devil’s been talkin. The ship is setting off to sea. But it’s sailing without me. I can’t help but feel I’m on. An island born to sink. The devil’s been talkin. We can’t change who we are. We are all alone. I’m running out. Of this hole alone. These fingers bled. Down to the bone. And I can’t move. This hell is cold. The chorus sings. This is home. The devil’s been talkin. Bag of bones and blood red cheeks. Guilty from the words I speak. Say the truth will set you free. But it won’t for me. The devil’s been talkin