these walls keep closing in i m just a mannequin whoa it s time to go don t come too close to me i can t find no space to breath whoa it s time to go my touch the kiss of death more sick with every breath i just can t seem to slow it down now why line up to conform why wear a uniform to grow old and die in this same fucking town obsessed with misery life holds no joy for me whoa it s time to go no colors only gray i die a little everyday whoa it s time to go my touch the kiss of death more sick with every breath i just can t seem to slow it down now why line up to conform why wear a uniform to grow old and die in this same fucking town i m born wrong too dead to feel wake up it s all to real whoa it s time to go switched off there s no more pain padded walls i m half insane whoa it s time to go my touch the kiss of death more sick with every breath i just can t seem to slow it down now why line up to conform why wear a uniform to grow old and die in this same fucking town