I've been living amongst the lint in your pocket,
being shuffled around against ***** coins
and even filthier fingers

I was never meant to be visible
but I continually insist on being seen
as I'm stampeded acrossed, day by day
all the heavy feet constantly trampling me


I'm dead
at least inside
And I don't want to be
I've tried
But I just keep needing more and more
to keep myself going
The Limbic System has got me figured out

I keep burning all my bridges
with the piles of cigarette butts
I'm leaving behind
If I don't, I'll never jump
and if I never jump I'll never live
and if I never live
I'll never die

All these thoughts keep turning around inside my head
like a hamster on a wheel
never getting anywhere
just turning
round
and round
and round
Until I sleep
and then I dream
of the most unusual things
Causing me to question myself
and everything I've ever known