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Staring at the hourglass, my life, it feels like a machine
Running with no direction
Watching time as it draws a perception obscene,
From a resurrection
Choking on reality, the walls of my insides, they bleed
From the excess incisions
Drawn and quartered by the monster who pulls on the strings
From the core of me
Whoa, yeah I'm dying to see,
What it is that is eating away at me
Now the stars are deciding my world,
They burn from the inside out
Lies told and the flames burning all around
So blind to the beauty, you slave
But it feels like the walls are melting, facing into me
Have I lost track of time?
Yeah!
Why can't I feel the burn?
Staring at the hourglass, my life, it feels like a machine
Running with no direction
Drawn and quartered by the monster who pulls on the strings
In my resurrection
(Yeah!) Whoa, yeah I'm dying to see,
What it is that is eating away at me
Now the stars are deciding my world,
They burn from the inside out
Whoa, yeah I'm dying to see,
What it is that is eating away at me
Now the stars are deciding my world,
They burn from the inside out (inside out)
When the frustration makes a move,
The second hand will swallow you
Tearing a hole inside,
I'll bury your life
The smell of flesh is seeping into my rage,
Thrashing open for a better way
The push, the pull,
It's tearing apart my will to thrive in the day
Pins and needles jabbing into my veins,
On the verge of losing sanity,
The beast tears and I can't do a thing about it
Whoa, yeah I'm dying to see,
What it is that is eating away at me,
Now the stars are deciding my world,
They burn from the inside out
Fuck me I am dying for sleep,
What exactly is eating away at me?
Now the stars are deciding my world,
They burn from the inside out
Running with no direction
Watching time as it draws a perception obscene,
From a resurrection
Choking on reality, the walls of my insides, they bleed
From the excess incisions
Drawn and quartered by the monster who pulls on the strings
From the core of me
Whoa, yeah I'm dying to see,
What it is that is eating away at me
Now the stars are deciding my world,
They burn from the inside out
Lies told and the flames burning all around
So blind to the beauty, you slave
But it feels like the walls are melting, facing into me
Have I lost track of time?
Yeah!
Why can't I feel the burn?
Staring at the hourglass, my life, it feels like a machine
Running with no direction
Drawn and quartered by the monster who pulls on the strings
In my resurrection
(Yeah!) Whoa, yeah I'm dying to see,
What it is that is eating away at me
Now the stars are deciding my world,
They burn from the inside out
Whoa, yeah I'm dying to see,
What it is that is eating away at me
Now the stars are deciding my world,
They burn from the inside out (inside out)
When the frustration makes a move,
The second hand will swallow you
Tearing a hole inside,
I'll bury your life
The smell of flesh is seeping into my rage,
Thrashing open for a better way
The push, the pull,
It's tearing apart my will to thrive in the day
Pins and needles jabbing into my veins,
On the verge of losing sanity,
The beast tears and I can't do a thing about it
Whoa, yeah I'm dying to see,
What it is that is eating away at me,
Now the stars are deciding my world,
They burn from the inside out
Fuck me I am dying for sleep,
What exactly is eating away at me?
Now the stars are deciding my world,
They burn from the inside out
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Like many songs off the album this one is on, it shares its title with a real life story of a girl named Jenny Hill who is an alleged survivor of a modern day human sacrifice ceremony. 22 faces is the name of the book about her, which is a reference to the 22 multiple personalities that she has from the trauma. The lyrics of the song express the narrator is trying to live his life day to day & just get by while he is plotting revenge. Life has turned into a mundane process for him as he keeps his head down and trudges through. Lyric example: "Staring at the hourglass, my life, it feels like a machine, running with no direction.” For more info on Jenny Hill, click here: survivorship.org/twenty-two-faces-inside-the-extraordinary-life-of-jenny-hill-and-her-twenty-two-multiple-personalities/.