Passed out

while you drunk the last

of my humanity



Should have told you

there really isn't very much

of that

left

in

me



came to with a start

almost disturbed you

wish I could have seen your face



so very hungry

disappointed in me but

desperate now you'd had a taste





AND IT MAKES ME BURN

AND IT MAKES ME SWEAT

AND IT MAKES ME HARD

AND IT MAKES ME FRET



I GRIND MY TEETH

PUNCH THROUGH WALLS

COUGH UP BLOOD

BUT WE ALL KNOW THAT

IT

Isn't over yet.



Rocking back and forth

in the space that you

left behind



Reach across to touch you

but there is only emptiness

for me to find



feel my skin go taut

I'm going back down

should never have come up for air



your so addictive

and I'm dependant

on the only drug that cares





AND IT MAKES ME BURN

AND IT MAKES ME SWEAT

AND IT MAKES ME HARD

AND IT MAKES ME FRET



I GRIND MY TEETH

PUNCH THROUGH WALLS

COUGH UP BLOOD

BUT WE ALL KNOW THAT

IT

Isn't over yet.





Our kind is legion

We don't see

Your authority



Depression contagion

Told we're wrong

By the minority



We are ten feet tall

A million strong

We never need to feel alone again



You hide your affliction

And call it religion

How convenient

You invented our pain



AND IT MAKES US BURN

AND IT MAKES US SWEAT

AND IT MAKES US HARD

AND IT MAKES US FRET



WE GRIND OUR TEETH

PUNCH THROUGH WALLS

COUGH UP BLOOD

BUT YOU ALL KNOW THAT

IT

Isn't over yet.