words have become
what you call elusive anymore
nothing i can say
can make it change
i've wasted hours
i've wasted days

world spins for taste of money
this is life worming in the dirt
when the simple seems ordinary
is when the pain starts to hurt

plug into tension
it keeps you strong in head
red television overdosing "we're dead"

world spins for taste of money
this is life worming in the dirt
when the simple seems ordinary
is when the pain starts to hurt
when your dreams lead back to reality
and death is your only friend
a circus play of cancer:sanity
a shot glass of...

and i take to what's good for me