Well you suit me up Send me to sleep I spend five days shuffling my feet In white rooms With white walls Voices echo down The empty halls You take a knife To my bare skin You trace a line And then carve it Cross my kneck Hurts a little in my heart Embrace your pain Create your art It's almost over now It's almost over now There's a runaway Poison train Tearing through my Sinking veins But this midnight whistle Won't remain It's losing steam It will not stain There's morphine Is there more for me Am I morphing into a Sorry scene Cause there's no such thing As a good night sleep In a hospital bed I'm just resting my head It's almost over now It's almost over now So lay your heavy head down It's almost over now There's an empty house So there's space to think But I wash these thoughts Down the kitchen sink These tiles are cold Against my cheek And the mentally strong Know what it is to be physically weak Chorus