Tuesday wakes up silent
And there aren't enough pills to sleep
And then it cuts out like mis-wired 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

Disorient the senses
Loss of identity
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
And then I kill it
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 is falling apart
Crumpled paper
Crushed tin cans
Broken bottles
Paper scraps
We all look the same
We all look the same
But I am the killer

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Writer(s): Geoffrey Rickly, Robert III Keeley, Steven Pedulla, Thomas Rule, Timothy Payne