I feel sick
What time is it?
The sunrise always looks so hateful
I'm used to it
I've climbed out of many a car wreck
Falling down never looked so graceful
I've changed my alchemical form
I'm not the same equation I was before
If I make it out of this one I swear
I'll finally change myself for the better
But I'm a Good Virus, I'll lead you all the way to the Big One
The Body always comes to collect all the checks that The Spirit can't cash
I found my younger tongue in a shoebox under my bed
There's no perfect way it said
There's no perfect way for this happen
There's no perfect way
I feel sick
What time is it?
That sunrise always looks so hateful
I'm used to it
I've climbed out of many car wrecks
But falling down never looked so graceful
My black starts rise
I mummify
I cower at the sunlight
Still, cower at the sunlight
