Do the laughs die when
One such as I run
And allow myself
Time for own true needs

When convincing me
That you're on my team
May not lie to me
But not mentioning

So sit back and have
An hysterical
Laugh at tiny holes
Buy and trade men's souls

X-Ray mind reads plenty
Worth no more than pennies

You, they, it or what
Have been fair, I thought
May you never free
You from you or me

See the more I think
I'm afraid to blink
I don't move an inch
Slowly draining me

Hire a spy and bug me
Pimp your friends for money
Rich and growing sicker
Sell the dead ones quicker

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Barrett Martin, John Saunders, Layne Staley, Mike McCready