Windows of the car are as dark as my eyes
Guided through the road by the rays of street lights
Often coughing to my coffin
I've forgotten how besotted my red knotted heart would be with love in my sight
Now infatuation's seeming young and naive
And truly I don't know if my heart can still bleed
Laugh at the maturity of everyone else
But underneath I know the bigger problem's really myself
I remember clearly I had tears in my eyes
Like I was thinking 15 was the end of my life
As they hit the ground, I saw reflections of an old man
These cold hands, caressed the images of a gold band
Now little did I know that the ink would pour out
Turning to tar, covered all that I was thinking about
Swimming through my tears couldn't keep me afloat
The boot on my neck suppressed the bulge in my throat
History just passes while I sit in my room
The spectacle of life has an imprisoning view
But I don't think the fact that I am in it is true
A spiritless machine drinking spirits for two
It's really weird seeing your diminishing youth
My passion's now a f*ckin flicker in the dimmest of rooms
I used to wanna kick up in political moves
But now I don't get a kick out of a lyric or groove
I used to hear a song play inside of my head
A guide or a friend, whatever it was vital for then
A rhythm cynicism isn't up to fight or deflect but
Still a minute living in it man those nights were the best
But some part of you has to die for the rest
Forget how the song goes, then it's quiet again
Colourless and uttering the ride didn't end
Like everything before this wasn't childishly dreamt
And every single dream that I had as a child
Demonstrated itself as impossibly wild
But the childish fantasies are just a faint memory
Like the image of myself with a natural smile
And an overwhelming feeling that is violent and numb
Is just another sad reminder of the thing I've become
Are my senses dying out or are they just getting dull
A heartless empty vessel is the place I call home