[Refrain]
Shield the ears of creation
Hands forever free of blood

[Verse]
I am the foundation on which dreams die
Predicting an imminent pain through delusions of decay
There will be no rest
Pestilence will spread on beds of nails
Reinforcing wounds

[Chorus]
Hanging on every word
I'd rather hang myself

[Refrain]
Shield the ears of creation, fault not yourself
Hands forever free of blood, fear for me now

[Chorus]
Hanging on every word
I'd rather hang myself

[Outro]
(Are you there?)
"You're sick
You're sick, you need to come home
You're sick, you need to come home"