Operating on no sleep
Blood drips from the slits on my arms
Cover it up, no one'll peep
What I did to myself, I'll roll by like a ball of yarn

Surgically removing this pus-filled pessimism
Trying to swallow a straight dose of optimism
Wash it down with something other than my usual
Baby bottle of alcohol
Give me purity
Give me blue aqua
Though the majority
Of what I got is luke warm

Burn my throat with the water of life
I guess it's back to go, again
Oblivious as Barney Fife
I know I'm bound to land
Myself in a padded room
As long as my heart's beating
Through this black forest, I loom