Duct tape my broken parts, put some staples in my limbs
Elmer's glue for my eyes, wide open to my sins
I'm painted black, rain clouds are in tact
Fire in my soul burnin' but the coal's becoming ash
I'm disconnected, rusting to my bones
I hear my heart knocking on its chest door like nobody's home
If somebody was, I highly doubt he'd care
Lost inside his own head from being self aware
I smoke these cigarettes, I think it's kinda funny
That I pay to let them kill me in exchange for money
I think it's kinda odd, I'm easily distracted
At war without a choice like my feelings have been drafted
This art that I have crafted, it's like a paper shredder
Cutting up the fibers to my life in hopes I make it better
So if I'm letting go, I hope it is today
But if not (but if not) I'll save my pain for another day

Hook: I try, to strive, so why?
Are they killing me, killing me inside.

I'm an empty well, I wish that I could cry
But a plumber bent the pipes to the ducts within my eyes
It's no surprise, and I feel I'm wasting time
I tired to mend my heard, but ignoring out of service signs
I feel like scrap metal to be picked up by the curb
Recycle all my parts into the life that I deserve
It cannot get much worse, a wrecking ball of nerves
Smashing into every solid object til my bones disperse
And every page that turns, it's lookin like the last
Stagnant in the pages and forget my life is moving fast
I'm doomed to crash, time has got a gun
He's a blistered wicker chair dweller aimin' at the sun
I try to stand, but risk nothing if I run
I'm the center of the joke dancing with intended puns
I cannot take it, my misdirected self
So I scream, (so I scream), please, somebody help