That Which Doesn't Kill You

Like horses running 'round my head
These images, these things unsaid
These sound, sound, sounds
Desperate moments can’t be saved
Racing headlong to the grave
We’re bound, bound, bound
What’s the color of your skin
What’s the meaning of your life
Deeper questions lie within
Like who the hell here has the right
You talk of things you speak to me
The endless how I’m supposed to be
As if you know
As if you care
But is there anybody there?
On no, oh no
That which doesn’t kill you
Only makes you stronger