They say the end of art is peace
So let me fall upon my knees
And tell you how it feels
Let me tell you how it feels

I'm not like them I can't pretend
To be the same again
I'm just the way the doctor made me
Maybe that's why I'm going crazy
I'm dying to live
But I'm living to die
Trapped beneath the dying light
I'm sitting here and I'm doing fine
Smoking and getting drunk off time

She tasted like sophistication and cheap cigarettes
And I soon choked up my frustrations on the fumes of my regrets
Watching paint dry like my tears
Tie me to chair and make it all disappear
My gun shoots several different shades of blue
Catch me drowning, fish in a barrel
Cause we're never truly landlocked
No we're never truly landlocked