Demands

Why do you say when I reach the end of my days, that I'll forget everybody left on my pillowcase, but I need it, never regret, never see it, everybody dancing in my bed

I'm never gonna see you on a dream or on a dawn, another song for every time I'm runnin' from tomorrow gone, me and the heaps full of people who write up every song to feature lovers and evil are un-orignal

I know it now: you do get used to the invisible crowd; looking around, you raise your arms - it is your job to make them loud, and then at midnight, you're facing a decision, a vow: should I just go to bed or stay up with the silence and drown?

Because it's empty, the room that is inside of my head..forget a time I checked to make sure that nobody is dead. I let my silence turn violent, the nighttime I dread, they say that lonely is holy..I prefer you instead

I prefer you instead

Why do I stay awake? I think about it everyday, I shot my shot at making anything, my head fell off. I am not a bleeder or a feeder and I think it's killed my brain and left me drunk and dying in a drain. I know that we're all sick of it, the artist's claims, they're full of shit, that all of us of are under it, we're stealing all this mental shit, these pieces of depression fit together like a puzzle fits together when it's pieces all are circles, time demands it

Time demands it.