i miss being numb

the heart's beating

veins, like rusty pipes, shake to life

i'm not numb to the feeling

i miss being numb to the feeling

i miss the dream

i don't ever want to wake up

"the escapist" does it again, ladies and gentlemen

i think i just broke open a bed sore

when i'm conscious, everything hurts

all of the time

this is not life

this is not living

but i'm scared to death of everything at all times

the mind reels in horror

speak to me, say something

you could hear a pin drop right about now

anchors down, but theres nothing there for it to catch onto

this is going to be bad

we will all pay for this in the end