Tuesday wakes up silent And there aren't enough pills to sleep And then it cuts out like miswired shortwave radio It's over But nothing can change to ever make it right When you live in a nightmare It's written all over your face.
And in a short time You're never the same again The distance is streamlined Between decision and defense:
Distorient the senses Loss of identity No one to trust
Life runs through this trade I am no killer But I still hide my face In the coming days
I wake up every morning From the same dream And then I kill it But you can't change the letters when the ink dries
I woke up on the sidewalk and everything just changed Now the lights are blinking but I can't see anything
Everything is falling apart: Crumpled paper Crushed tin cans Broken bottles Paper scraps We all look the same We all look the same But I am the killer
