Repetition is a violent thing
The millionth crack breaks the wall
The joke shows up dead on your doorstep
And it's everybody's fault
Patch it up with tape and paper
Little more blood from that stone
Better is a curse: it gets worse
You see it through alone
Habit is a desperate station
Tune in when it's all you got left
Switch it off turn around on the spot
That's a sour kind of death
I need only a finite number of
Words to completely describe you
Better is a curse: it gets worse
'Cause if it hurts, then it's probably true
Instinct makes no memories
An eternal yellow light
Relax! Mill about with your head down
Take a nice walk by the riverside
I've been reviewing the footage
I've got it all here on my phone:
Better is a curse: it's perverse
And it's never gonna feel like home