Plasticene dreams, swallowing me
Emptiness where this heart-shaped box should be
Tear open the sky, no sun as the rain pours down
Wash away the pain and burn the wounds
I pray into the thorns, but I never come up with roses
I'm like a funeral, I always seem to make everyone cry
The serpentine crawls among us, seething with hatred
Feeding on memories I thought were gone, long ago
Bring me the medicine, not the poison
Can I even tell the difference anymore?
Pain and the abuse, but I love the lying, on the floor
Sometimes the only things that keep us alive are the very things that kill us
Kill me, save me
Love me, have me
Abuse me, confuse me
I'm so sick, I just wanna come clean
Lying here in the dirt, screaming for no one
I can feel it all slipping away as the nights grow longer
Soon even the sun won't have a place to bleed its blasphemy of hope
Open your eyes, just where is this construction of casualties headed?
Medicate me, sedate me
Hurt me, heal me
Take from me, give to me
I'm so sick I just wanna come clean
SICK
why am I so
SICK
why am I so
SICK
why am I so
SICK
why am I so
SICK
why am I so...
Oblivious to the seven signs of death
Vital signs are gone, the patient has passed
There is no cure for this, only empty bliss
Staring out from this hollow shell with dead eyes
Bring me the medicine, not the poison
Can I even tell the difference anymore?
Pain and the abuse, but I love lying on the floor
Sometimes the only things that keep us alive are the very things that kill us
Sometimes the things that kill us are the very things that keep us alive...