Passed out
while you drunk the last
of my humanity

Should have told you
there really isn't very much
of that
left
in
me

came to with a start
almost disturbed you
wish I could have seen your face

so very hungry
disappointed in me but
desperate now you'd had a taste


AND IT MAKES ME BURN
AND IT MAKES ME SWEAT
AND IT MAKES ME HARD
AND IT MAKES ME FRET

I GRIND MY TEETH
PUNCH THROUGH WALLS
COUGH UP BLOOD
BUT WE ALL KNOW THAT
IT
Isn't over yet.

Rocking back and forth
in the space that you
left behind

Reach across to touch you
but there is only emptiness
for me to find

feel my skin go taut
I'm going back down
should never have come up for air

your so addictive
and I'm dependant
on the only drug that cares


AND IT MAKES ME BURN
AND IT MAKES ME SWEAT
AND IT MAKES ME HARD
AND IT MAKES ME FRET

I GRIND MY TEETH
PUNCH THROUGH WALLS
COUGH UP BLOOD
BUT WE ALL KNOW THAT
IT
Isn't over yet.


Our kind is legion
We don't see
Your authority

Depression contagion
Told we're wrong
By the minority

We are ten feet tall
A million strong
We never need to feel alone again

You hide your affliction
And call it religion
How convenient
You invented our pain

AND IT MAKES US BURN
AND IT MAKES US SWEAT
AND IT MAKES US HARD
AND IT MAKES US FRET

WE GRIND OUR TEETH
PUNCH THROUGH WALLS
COUGH UP BLOOD
BUT YOU ALL KNOW THAT
IT
Isn't over ye