Divided and strangled, what I do is chase a lie None of those I need to feel Clutching a fist to morphine scars and ties Lose my grip on what was real. Whats real?
Denial kept so clean in poisonous defeat So front your will and make a choice No riddles left to break no need for secrecy
Just open up and hear your voice.
Need to feel your glowing Pushing light-years into days Scared of you not knowing Mind breaks soul fades into gray.
Dead is the hour and crippled looks your smile Havent you had just enough? Its making you act a lot like so surprised This jokes on you why dont you laugh?
So youll die alone A morphine-clutching fist Traded what you were For what you could have been
Hope for once youll see The man you chose to be Was just your fucking enemy.