We don't talk - or see That we are beneath We can't breathe Any breath Because we're stuck Inside this groove, Inside this room Suffocating in the sheets.
And I could never stay Because everything I do Depends on my age As if one day matters To my vacant mind - And my chains rise up above me and leave me to my own In the snow Of the night But I am blind.
I was never told that love was a good thing I was always told it was Violent and vicious and malevolent, malicious But in my experiences It can be quite delicious and nutritious But ambitious and suspicious Only; I could still care less About the fruition of this mission The addition of submission The tradition of this condition Because it's killing me, it's killing you And medications will not help, But the drugs definitely do.
Despite my greatest efforts I can **** But I can't make the smoke Go away - Though I can hide my Face. Without a trace I am gone Into a world that only I know Where I can never show You