There's nothing in this world you can change
Except control of the blood in your veins
Relieve your body, a temple of pain
You're not alone when the drugs know your name
What the fuck are you talking about?
Move your mouth, but the words don't come out
Well, you crawl back to your bedroom in hell
You're so close to just killing yourself
And you fall (A-a-a-a-a-a)
(A-a-a-a-a-a-a)
(And yo-, and yo- a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-)
(And yo-, and yo- a-a-)
(And yo-, and yo- a-a-a-)
(Pull the [?] fucking case)
(We're nearly [?] in your race)
(I talk to god, there's no doubt in your grace)
(When your memory becomes what you hate)