Every breaking thought I make
Leads to what we still can't fake
Your mind's been going green again
But starting lines are where it ends
Take your pills and drink them down
In padded rooms there ain't no sounds
Depressing years to age your soul
With guts inside to lose control
How did it come down to this?
Write down your name and make a list
Everything keeps getting worse
But now these lines are well rehearsed
Now these lines are well rehearsed