tuesday wakes up silent
and there aren't enough pills, to sleep;
(cut out) like a miswired shortwave radio
its over,
but nothing can change to make this right,
when you live in a nightmare,
it's written all over your face.
and in a short time,
you're never the same again,
the distance is streamlined,
between decision and defense:
disorient the senses,
loss of identity,
no one to trust,
no one to trust.
life runs through this trade,
i am no killer.
but i still hide my face,
in the coming days.
i wake up every morning,
from the same dream,
i kill it,
but you can't change the letters, when the ink dries,
i woke up on a sidewalk, and everything just changed,
now the lights are blinking, but i can't see anything.
life runs through this trade,
i am no killer.
i still hide my face,
in the coming days.
life runs through this trade,
i am no killer.
i still hide my face.
everything's falling apart,
everything's falling apart,
everything's falling...
crumpled paper,
crushed tin cans,
broken bottles,
paper scraps,
we're all the same,
we're all the same,
paper scraps,
we're all the same,
we're all the same,
we all are the same,
we, are, all, the, same.
we, are, all, the, same.
i am no killer.
and in a short time,
you're never the same again,
the distance is streamlined,
between decision and...(?)
