THE ONLY WAY THAT I KNOW THAT I'VE BEEN SLEEPING
IS WHEN I AWAKEN TO THE TASTE OF BROKEN TEETH
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BREAK THIS CYCLE
THE VOID GROWS WIDER EVERY DAY
I DON'T EAT I DON'T SPEAK
I DON'T KNOW WHAT KEEPS ME GOING
THEN I FIND MYSELF
SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE THAT I DON'T TRUST
AGORAPHOBIC TENDENCIES BROUGHT ON BY SNAKES AND COWARDS
THERE'S NO ONE TO BLAME
IT'S JUST THE WAY THINGS ARE
YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN
BETTER GET USED TO IT
CANT HIDE THE DISAPPOINTMENT ON MY FACE
OR IGNORE THE SINKING IN MY CHEST
LET DOWN AND LIED TO BY PEOPLE I TRUSTED
GRITTING MY TEETH ISN'T ENOUGH
WHEN THE ONLY WAY
I KNOW THAT I'VE BEEN SLEEPING
IS WHEN I WAKEN TO
THE TASTE OF BROKEN TEETH
NOW MY MINDS A MESS
THE GLASS IS LESS THAN HALF EMPTY
THE PILLS ARE MORE THAN HALF GONE
AND I DON'T FEEL ANY BETTER