CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : I’m A Sensitive Soul Though I Seem Thick-Skinned
I live a life of anger
But nobody else knows
Because it’s hidden from view
By a shell covering my soul
It was once attacked
And taken from me
By him, the evil one himself
If you want my life, pry it from my cold dead hands
Nobody knows the truth within
Except my trusted ones
They know the story
The struggles of those months
And all of the rough times
I look tough from the outside
But inside I’m weak
This is what hell looks like
Walls of pages and media
This is what they call a wasteland
His voice is a weapon
A sound of hellspawn itself
Coming back to haunt us all
If you want my life, pry it from my cold dead hands
Nobody knows the truth within
Except my trusted ones
They know the story
The struggles of those months
And all of the rough times
I look tough from the outside
But inside I’m weak
I'm just a man on the balcony, singing "Nobody will ever remember me," rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees
But nobody else knows
Because it’s hidden from view
By a shell covering my soul
It was once attacked
And taken from me
By him, the evil one himself
If you want my life, pry it from my cold dead hands
Nobody knows the truth within
Except my trusted ones
They know the story
The struggles of those months
And all of the rough times
I look tough from the outside
But inside I’m weak
This is what hell looks like
Walls of pages and media
This is what they call a wasteland
His voice is a weapon
A sound of hellspawn itself
Coming back to haunt us all
If you want my life, pry it from my cold dead hands
Nobody knows the truth within
Except my trusted ones
They know the story
The struggles of those months
And all of the rough times
I look tough from the outside
But inside I’m weak
I'm just a man on the balcony, singing "Nobody will ever remember me," rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees
