Tuesday wakes up silent
And there aren't enough pills to sleep
And then it cuts out like miswired shortwave radio

It's over
But nothing can change to ever make it right
When you live in a nightmare

It's written all over your face.

And in a short time

You're never the same again
The distance is streamlined
Between decision and defense:


Distorient the senses
Loss of identity

No one to trust
no one to trust


LIFE(RUNS)
THROUGH(THIS)
TRADE


I am no killer
But I still hide my face

In the coming days

I wake up every morning

From the same dream
But you can't change the letters when the ink dries


I woke up on the sidewalk and everything just changed
Now the lights are blinking but I can't see anything


Everything's falling apart:
Crumpled paper
Crushed tin cans

Broken bottles
Paper scraps
We're all the same

We're all the same
paper scraps
we're all the same

we're all the same
But I am the killer