just look the other way, i dont need to be saved, its so quiet on granville street, just one less mouth to feed, im so tired.
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when i sleep, ill know its not deep its the machines that believe in me
when i sleep, ill know its not deep its the machines that believe in me
if you love the way i taste, dont show me your face, you know the fear spoils the meat i need to feed the machine, if i choose to stay ill be a rat in a cage, you know the sun rots the face i wear to get through the day
find the time to go, do i know your name?
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if i dont go, then no one will, how will we know whats on the other side?
i wont die young, im way too old, theres no more time left for me to atone
i felt you there, youre my best friend, in the end im just glad youre here
when i sleep, ill know its not deep its the machines that believe in me
when i sleep, ill know its not deep its the machines that believe in me
i want it. im desperate for it, oh its the quiet, back to how it started
my friends, they dont respect me, i beg like a dog at some evangelist's feet. now i know-
they dont think so highly of me, i think theyre just worried im gonna do something stupid and selfish
but i dont see it that way, i see it as a service, we dont need more vermin ruining something perfect
i want to be loved like a baseball bat to the skull, concrete slab strapped to my chest now, so i can float in the water
strike a silly pose and make a stupid face, now no one will ask you if you knew this kid that threw himself into the lake