Sometimes you feel like hell

And your whole world is hell as well

Sometimes you feel just like

All you can do is sleep



There's an eyeball on your shoulder

And Lord it's been there such a long time

And you can't escape this feeling

Though there's nothing there wrong



There's a monitor where the mind once was

An aircraft passes overhead

Resounds like rain in the bucket of my head

Bones just like guns

Marching off to bore

Some sizeable holes in this suit of skin



Sometimes you feel like hell

And your whole world is hell as well

Sometimes you feel just like

All you can do is sleep



I know that sickness is here

Come on and buy your own disease

Cause we're the product of the product

Can't turn but to rot



There's a monitor where the mind once was

An aircraft passes overhead

Resounds like raain in the bucket of my head

Bones just like guns

Marching off go bore

Some sizeable holes in this suit of skin