Divided and strangled, what I do is chase a lie None of those I need to feel Clutching a fist to morphine scars and ties Lose my grip on what was real What's real?
Denial kept so clean is poisonous defeat So front your will and make a choice No riddles left to break no need for secrecy Just open up and hear your voice
Need to feel your glowing Pushing light-years into days Scared of you not knowing Mind breaks soul fades into gray
Dead is the hour and crippled looks your smile Haven't you had just enough? It's making you act a lot like so surprised This joke's on you, why don't you laugh?
So you'll die alone A morphine-clutching fist Traded what you were For what you could have been Hope for once you'll see
The man you chose to be Was just your fucking enemy
