i killed time
with my cold dead hands
while i choked the life
out of lifeless crowds
there once was a time
i was sure of my life
but grip ive got
is ever so tight
how could i ever let go?
oh, this must be
such a sight to see
how would i know?
oh, i just dont have it in me.
then why cant i pry my eyes off
this burning catastrophe?

its a high wire
high five
high output
dance to the singing
and vacant ghosts
are we really alone
in this frigid home?
this place is starting
to give me the chills.

how can i reserve
the right to assume
that the walls
are caving in?
how do you do?
my name is
irrelevant.
where do you go
when you learn
youve been replaced?
who do you turn to
when your questions
are unanswered?

there are no words
to explain my doubt
you can fumble with numbers
and work it out
while i wash my hands
of this endless filth
from the endless sea
of sound and guilt.
oh oh.
no matter how hard you scrub
you will never become clean