Finally you're wasting all of your time.
To catch a breathe and inhale all of your lives.
Thinking clearly has become a thing of the past.
Shapes, music and lights are all that's left.

Tomorrow is dead and yesterday was wonderful.
There's nowhere to run, except of the edge of a cliff or into the barrel of a gun.
Wherever I touch, it now turns to shit and I lick it up, cus baby it tastes beautiful.
Running around in the dead of night, trying to get myself satisfied.
The needle is calling my name and baby it sounds wonderful.
There are so many things, I wish I could have done and one of them is not loving you.
But still I breathe.
Just to feel you in my veins, just to feel you in my veins, just to feel you in my veins.

Finally you're wasting all of your time.
To catch a breathe and inhale all of your lives.
Thinking clearly has become a thing of the past.
Shapes, music and lights are all that's left.

For the past few years, I've been dead and I've resurrected today, unclipped my wings and I've flown away.
For the first time in a while, I felt something.
So I punched myself in the face, just to see if I was awake.
A bruise formed around my eye, I've never felt so happy inside.
I could feel pain that wasn't from you.
What a lovely feeling.
I can't wait to die.
I want to feel real again, but I know that it'll never happen, not in this life.
This is the closet to alive that I've felt in a while.
You are my morning coffee, my midnight feast, addiction never goes away.
I love and hate how high and low you make me feel.
Real life cannot compare to your roller coasted of emotions.
The world is flat, it has no excitement.
I met someone, as damaged as I am.
A match made in heaven.
She's no comparison on you.
She's too human to make me feel.

Finally you're wasting all of your time.
To catch a breathe and inhale all of your lives.
Thinking clearly has become a thing of the past.
Shapes, music and lights are all that's left.