It's so bright here
Yellow and white like the sun
Each one burns me away
Takes some more of my nerveless skin
The red in my blood seems to be boiled dry
These scorched retinas
They forgot how to feel pain
And this most potent form of morphine won't dull the lights of the world
And he doesn't even have the time to remember my name
My red blood cells are mourning the lack of him
They're running wild within me
Red wolves in my veins
I feel this heinous form of anemia
A void that no drug can fill
And I am in a coma...
I am in a burial shroud...keep me warm..
I'm waiting to tear these membranes
Waiting to be born
I've been dead so long I that I forget if this is heat or cold
I burned out my sense of touch on the metal of his skin
He's an addictive form of sensory overload
A headache the drugs won't seem to cure
And I am a fire..
I am a molten core...put me out...