A roller coaster ride going down
The feeling in your stomach, going to throw up
Try to stop it, feeling gets worse
Like that of a small paper cut

In the end it’s all paper anyway
As easily cut down as burned up
What a waste of a natural resource
People definitely throw away too much

Talk is talk, a forgery of words
Meaningless, thoughtless, all fucked up
Sounds emerging from the open space
Words, talk, sounds… shut up

Can’t see with black holes for eyes
Body numb, commotion, split up
Can’t walk on someone that never was
pain, pressure, pins… stuck

A temporary curse, a farce, a fate
Life has me all choked up
I’m so tired, I’m so tired
Permanent sleep… with any luck