Frenetic, compelling, scatterbrained, powerful. Awesome song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8fE6UqPQgk
To think that I would die this time Isolated in the room where the bed rises Photographic ordinary people are everywhereExtraordinary histories, ordinary histories, ordinary historiesI'll find sleep, I'll find peaceOr in death you'll sleep with meTo figure that it was my fault Or so I've come to realize life is not about Love with someone (ordinary people are everywhere)Extraordinary people are, ordinary people are, ordinary people areEverywhere you look, everywhere you turnIllness is watching, waiting its turnDid I go at it wrong?Did I go intentionally to destroy me?I'm suffering in noise I'm suffering in (touching ordinary body)The burning from within the burning from with (ordinary hysteria)I could not be at rest, I could not be at peace (extraordinary hysteria)So do yourself a good, or do yourself a death from ordinary causesOr do yourself a favor, or do yourself a death from ordinary causesIllness likes to prey upon the lonely, prey upon the lonelyWave goodbye, oh, I would rather be, but I would rather be fineI want to be well, I want to be wellI want to be well, I want to be wellAnd I forgive you even As you choke me that way With the pill or demon And the shrouded shalomUnder conversation In tremendous weight of A crowd of ages outside Dressed for murderI'm not f***ing aroundI'm not, I'm not, I'm not f***ing aroundAnd shall I kiss you even as you take me that way?With the pill or demon as my body changes Apparitions gone awry They surround me, all sides But from within I see an unholy changeI'm not f***ing aroundI'm not, I'm not, I'm not f***ing around
To think that I would die this time Isolated in the room where the bed rises Photographic ordinary people are everywhereExtraordinary histories, ordinary histories, ordinary historiesI'll find sleep, I'll find peaceOr in death you'll sleep with meTo figure that it was my fault Or so I've come to realize life is not about Love with someone (ordinary people are everywhere)Extraordinary people are, ordinary people are, ordinary people areEverywhere you look, everywhere you turnIllness is watching, waiting its turnDid I go at it wrong?Did I go intentionally to destroy me?I'm suffering in noise I'm suffering in (touching ordinary body)The burning from within the burning from with (ordinary hysteria)I could not be at rest, I could not be at peace (extraordinary hysteria)So do yourself a good, or do yourself a death from ordinary causesOr do yourself a favor, or do yourself a death from ordinary causesIllness likes to prey upon the lonely, prey upon the lonelyWave goodbye, oh, I would rather be, but I would rather be fineI want to be well, I want to be wellI want to be well, I want to be wellAnd I forgive you even As you choke me that way With the pill or demon And the shrouded shalomUnder conversation In tremendous weight of A crowd of ages outside Dressed for murderI'm not f***ing aroundI'm not, I'm not, I'm not f***ing aroundAnd shall I kiss you even as you take me that way?With the pill or demon as my body changes Apparitions gone awry They surround me, all sides But from within I see an unholy changeI'm not f***ing aroundI'm not, I'm not, I'm not f***ing around
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