My soul relates to the shit of this town In my mind a constant dark electric tone Interrupted by feelings, teasing synthetic blinks of happy sound
It's not that I'm dead, we're sick undead, always dying never living Or maybe I'm too busy self-involved in self-loathing
I rest in the past were all is done It reminds me the present has just begun But something is pulling me around And brings me back to the shit of this town
My mind is high trash that never run dry Biting lips my soul bleeds from the outside Rub my face in guilt it's your lost cause too, So tell me why I feel left out
It's not that I'm dead………………..
Never thought I was dead Maybe lost in my head From the fear I've been fed To the ways I have led Hanging on by a thread in this endless dead-end Just lost in my head, just lost in my head