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
