It's so cold in this room, the box that I live in, I'am loosing my mind I would trade in skin, for comfort from you, or please god anyone
I don't cry anymore, I've lost sight of the human, don't speak these days, don't know what I am doing, where is my brother, he's out by three p.m.
Well I just don't know, what I should say, I don't like it this way
So I'll chase some big happy, in spite of the ethereal, it all seems fake and oh so material, where is my mother, is she out in the woods again
And its hard to breather through all these carcinogens, its all my fault
I'll pour some more in again, why is my father still out in the junkyard crawlin' on his knees
Well I just don't know, what I should say, I don't like it this way
No I just don't know, what I should say, I still love them the same