You're killing me today,
like you've killed me every day,
and you've lost your only sway,
'cause the truth is on display.

I wish that I could fly away instead,
and not lie restless in this bed.

You're killing me today,
like you've killed me every day.
And that's how things are going to stay,
in this storm of disarray.

I wish I could fly away instead,
and not fight these voices in my head.

But you're killing me today,
like you've killed me every day.
Pull the trigger, claim your prey,
and leave me to my sweet decay.