Tekster: Strata. Sleep. Medicinal.

Pull yourself together man
balled up in the corner of the room
this runs like an animal
one last breath it'll all be over soon
and i'm awakened by another nightmare
and i'm breaking down but no one cares

each day passes
all hurts more
freezing on the bathroom floor
one last call
for something pure
jumped the rail
and falling overboard
And i'll take all of your medicine
i'll try
But you can't stop the engines
They'll never give
fucked up neck
and spine is bent
stomach like a circus tent
one sore pull for everything
piece it back together
start again
And i'll take all of your medicine
i'll try
i'll try
But you can't stop the engines
They'll never give
your soul a chance to make ammends
like a thief in the night
like two thieves in a week
a third thief waits in the wings
it's a lapse in your sight
a disease in your sheets
a third thief waits
i'm down, white-knuckles and clutching
the last piece of my pride
leave a burning place
show me a wall
when you feel like me
and when they
won't let you stay
let me go
i don't know why
i'm still falling down
and choking