This Place You Call Chaos

Your mouth opens And I don't hear anything... but an orchestra of screams when will I be rescued from this cathedral of your pain Its still like when I was young, you're opened up like a bloodied wound that cannot heal You won't let it heal sucking the life out of me wanting all of the pity I can't seem to give anymore I'm thinking of me this time and you still muster in your chaos of life never wanting to change keeping me at arms length your guilt is the choke hold on me, drop your rope from where you see us I need to be rescued quiet the ruckus silence the nervous shouts let them be subdued I'm wanting....out.