So sick to my heart
As Spring is seeping through the cracks (this)
Meat imitates art
This tingling creeping up my back
Is warning me again
Nothing I do matters by and by
It's hard to see through burnt out eyes
So sick of your mouth
Don't really give a damn who you are (this)
Flesh can't allay doubt
This funk is choking up my car (again)
'Round anew sure as noon
Nothing I do matters by and by
It's hard to see through burnt out eyes