Searching for morning light in darkened rooms
Spreading out fears on slices of toasted nerves
Synaptic prophets are screaming forth their dooms
In the end, one always gets what one deserves

Hollow souled junkies lighting lurid joints
Furtive thoughts wander to places best left unseen
Dispensers of feelings are prompting for extra coins
In the end, one never knows what could have been

I know, I know, I know...let me be!
I give, I give, I give...let me breathe!
I try, I try, I try...let me think!
I am, I am...if memory serves right...

Bodies filled with venomous secretions
Spirits soaked in sense-diseased despair
Weakened minds are making poor decisions
In the end, everything's quite fair

I know, I know, I know...let me be!
I give, I give, I give...let me breathe!
I try, I try, I try...
Let me think!
I am, I am, I am... if memory serves right...

Let us escape to a place dark and deep
Find safety in silence, and solace in sleep
Tonight we shall put all our dreams on display
Tomorrow we'll wake to a fictional day

Of pointless decay...
Pointless decay