I haven't quit in a day, there's no escaping change I haven't wept out in ways to let you know that I'm not dead I've been waiting all day in soma you see the sound escape from my lungs I fell into a slumber from a pen tip with ink gone dry Begin to grasp the system of rhythm and the clutches of reality I haven't quit in a day, there's no escaping change I haven't wept out in ways to let you know that I'm not dead I've been waiting all day in soma you see the sound escape from my lungs I serve little life in a coma I fell in love with anorexia You're words cut caused by your ill-manored conscience Timing is to feel and causes the imbalance I'll wash my hands of you, you're my obsession, you're my anorexia God please... I can't seem to cut too deep It's harder than an opened key But harder to posses when I'm with you I've been waiting all day in soma you see the sound escape from my lungs I serve little life in a coma I fell in love with anorexia