كلمات Filling Your Pockets

I'm at the end of my rope I'm at the end of my daze and I never saw tomorrow clearer Wondering if I can cope Wandering through all the haze And now I see myself inside the mirror. Wait in the sanctuary of helpless lullabies Trapped in the eppavessant will to empathize Won't you come into my room, Welcome you into my cage Under lock and key and you're the jailer all things that I've done for you All things that never came true And now you know that you're a total failure Hate all the misery and ways you hypnotize Filling your pockets with the things I now despise Yeah I'm at the end of my rope I'm at the end of my daze And I never saw tomorrow clearer Wondering if I can cope Wandering through all the haze Now I see nothing inside the mirror. Hate all the misery and ways you hypnotize Filling your pockets with the things I now despise Yeah