How many times did you forget The most important part of your day That little pill that keeps you set Helps you think of things to say Aren't you tired of feeling dead All this apathy instead Walking on your knees again I see you bend
Don't you worry Help is on the way What's the problem Boy, you just can't be saved You pollute you then salute to be vain
Oh, I get the kind of feeling that you're never coming down Oh, it makes so little difference, if your senses come around
How many cells did you dismiss Casualties of civil war The explanations on your lips Can't conceal the rotten core Can't you just cut to the chase Will your body keep the pace Walking on your own mistakes Watching you shake
You pollute you then you're down with your grave
Oh, I get the kind of feeling that you're never coming down
