Inhale - Stone Sour

Come one and all and see the broken man

Talking to himself

He sits and waits for something better

He’ll never find it here

The people touch his hair and pinch his cheek

He can’t even feel it

There it goes again

He’s listening to someone

He hears the bitter laughter

And all he wants to know is

Why does any of it matter?

I can’t take it anymore

You’ve got to try

The inhale that makes the exhale

So much better

He wipes his hands on anything in reach

He never feels clean

He shakes at night because his nerve is gone

Every muscle hurts

Come one and all and see what happened

That broken man is me

There it goes again

I can hear it louder

It doesn’t feel good anymore

All I want to know is

Why does any of it matter?

I can’t take it anymore

You’ve got to try

The inhale that makes the exhale

So much better

Now I know, I disappear

I can’t find my way from out of here

Everything is fading on me

Someone tell me

Someone tell me

Someone tell me

Why does any of it matter?

I can’t take it anymore

You’ve got to try

The inhale that makes the exhale

So much better

Why does any of it matter?

I can’t take it anymore

You’ve got to try

The inhale that makes the exhale

So much better

Why?

Why

You’ve got to try?

Try?