I've found a hole inside my head
I couldn't feel it
I've found the mold inside the bread
And I still eat it

And like Capone
All alone I start to snap
And like my brain
It doesn't last

When the blind men felt the fist
You know you've never seen
?

? skin of porcelain

?


Alone, full of need
A living breathing human needs something to eat
Then home and fast asleep
But if you stop and listen you can hear me weep


Gotta get, gotta, gotta get up
Time dripping out of my head now
Gotta get, gotta, gotta get up
Something's wrong here
Gotta get, gotta, gotta get up
I'm feeling so much entropy
Gotta get, gotta, gotta get up
Before I wake up dead
Alone you can feel like almost anything is real
But there's a world outside
With its calling back to life
Will call me back to life

Gotta get, got, gotta get up
Gotta get, got, gotta get up
To being alive

Gotta get, got, gotta get up
Gotta get to being alive
Gotta get, got, gotta get up
Gotta get to being alive
To being alive
Gotta get, got, gotta get up
Gotta get to being alive

You got one fucking life
You shit in its mouth
You're fucking garbage
It's your fault