Channel Zero. Help. Zeneszám

Help, strangers bearing down on me
Help, no one else can cry for me
Help, what is going wrong with me?
Help, help

Help, why can no one ever see?
Help, that fate has left a scar on me
Hell, I'm looking for some light relief
Help, help

Help, faith don't mean a thing to me
Help, walking down a dead end street
Help, time has got me on my knees
Help, help

Well, listen up, you friends of mine
Tell me what I have to leave behind
Hell, I'm hanging by a thread so fine
Help, help

Help, faith don't mean a thing to me
Help, walking down a dead end street
Help, time has got me on my knees
Help, help

For those who care, for those who love
Seek no sense, don't try to understand
'Cause if you do you'll feel the pain
Inside your heart, never to explain

Hell, hell, hell, hell
Help, hell

Help