Broken, bruised and smashed
All covered with scabs
See through skin anemia
Soaked right to the bone
Acned with cancers
This hotel's a prison
Airborne infections
Televised methadone
And I keep thinking the same thing
Over and over again
Until it seems truthful
"This is the life I want
This is a good time"
There's this stitching that is itching
At the back of my teeth
And the anger pounding heart beating
Doubles everything I see
Noiseless explosion antibiotics
Falling elevator bad road repaved
Hungry depression choked up infection
Fighting windmills and digging your own grave
And I keep thinking the same thing
Over and over again
Until I actually believe it
I am breathing in your scent
I am breathing once again
In a fit of rage I have killed the puppeteer
And the storybook ending we wished upon
Now finds us ending up alone
With this wall of doubt between us
Only something this sad can be true
And the rich deserving romance
That we once fed upon
Has poisoned our systems
Infected even our sleep
And these angry words of regret
Are all that's left of me
But I will awake