Excuse me! Waiter! Another pint of your finest anesthetic please,

‘Cause I’m sick down to my stomach with this abhorrent disease.

It eats and it taunts me, it burns and it haunts me.

And now a sickly red is dripping down my sleeves.

They’ve always said that seeing is believing,

But I tore out my eyes while I was still grieving.

So in my dark dull sockets tell me what it is you see.

Is the sight of the seed of my madness enough to send you reeling?

“Why don’t you listen when we speak to you?”

Because personally, I’d rather run myself right through.

All the damages you’ve caused have lowered the value of my property.

Tell me, am I too young to sue?

So please, tell me.

Doctor give it to me straight,

Does it make me pathetically apathetic to dart away from fate?

I never meant to step out of line, I only meant to bend it.

So take two a day, and you’re sure I’ll be fine?

Just tell me, oh tell me.

Is it even worth the time?

To sit and watch days tick away; you said that I’d be fine.

I don’t feel fine.

I’m thinking that you lied.

Tell me, can you help me,

‘Cause I think I’ve lost my mind.

Just crack me open, look around, and tell me what you find.

My wires might be fried, misaligned,

Viscera dripping down the vines.

So tell me, dammit! Tell me!

Is it a crime to have sympathy for those that I hold dear?

Am I a criminal for behaving differently from my peers?

If I am, then strike me down!

Have a laugh at how I bleed.

Yet, rest assured the last breath to leave my lips will be a curse, not a plea.

So just tell me, please tell me.

Tell me what I’m doing wrong.

Tell me why after all these years I still sing this same old song.

Just tell me what you want from me;

I’ll follow your call, 

With broken eyes that no longer see.

I’ve grown tired of this ivory hall.

Can you tell me,

Oh please tell me,

Why I still drag myself along?