Spent so much money and time trying to turn my feeling to stone
But still my heartbeats blood bound of flesh in a case of bone
Lonely but doing just fine is what I say till I hang the phone
Feel like a flame without heat blown out by a dial tone
Pixie dust and industrial air inhale untill life disappears
Rust and rot a brain trying to get rid of the pain and fear
Devils snow paired with night caps so dreams are never near
Still my spirit is pained by visions of a waking nightmare