I see the world in black and gray Broken dreams of a runaway Escape the world to medicate Symptoms gone but disease remains
If the vision dies will it ever breathe again
Oh, I've got to let go of the illusion This is the end of me, You are my remedy Oh, it's taking its toll - this pollution This is the end of me, You are my remedy Where you stop is where you'll start again
I hold the weight of sorrow deep Wide awake but my mind's asleep Familiar needle scratches on my skin Like a record warped with ill content
I've got to let go of all of this It's the end of me, my remedy..