know your place it s like a voice that won t go away like vices we hold to tradition like children not allowed across the street starving for some recognition where want and honesty meet nothing known can match the bitter pain of knowing happiness is just beyond the reach of your chain and the overwhelming feeling it will be the same forever now here i am looking down a hole again treating damage and despair like they re long lost friends no remedy at all i m waiting for the fall staring out the window like what s outside s unattainable cover me with roses for the funeral pyre shoot this dashing carcass out to fucking sea i can t wait in this state this voice these hands don t feel like they re really me i m the blinded who can feel that he s surrounded by walls and relief is very seldom cheap now i think i m gonna snap like prey in a trap watch as desperation takes a seat forgive me my trespasses like i know i ll trespass tonight don t want to hear any fucking voices at all even if they re saying i m alright memory s beating soundly on the body cursing what s left of the sorry shell i d give anything to make this heart stop pounding staring out the window like what s outside s unattainable cover me with roses for the funeral pyre shoot this dashing carcass out to fucking sea i can t wait in this state this voice these hands don t feel like they re really now life s like a b movie that no one wants to see here comes the zombie portraying me what was once so crystal clear is now cranked past the norm and i can t take it anymore you re going to fuck them after all