| I’ve got it, all but confidence |
| I want it all inside the fence |
| I wear a tie like a suicide rope |
| Strangles every hope |
| Learning my lies by heart I suppose |
| Offering death a rose |
| Killing the flies in front of my eyes |
| Escaping the real life |
| My marrow’s made of tar |
| I’m wondering who we are |
| Guide me through the manual |
| I’m watching my own burial |
| I’m cutting a lawn, don’t think it’s my own |
| I’m caring for the unknown |
| I’m scrubbing myself in boiling hot |
| I’m feeling clean but I’m not |
| I want to cry but my tears have run dry |
| Forcing a smile how I try |
| Lead in my shoes strenghten the blues |
| Certain that I’m no use |
| My marrow’s made of tar |
| I’m wondering who we are |
| Guide me through the manual |
| I’m watching my own burial |
| Watch me when I step on health |
| Heart, head and home |
| Watch your cornerstone it’s health |
| Heart, head and home |
| My marrow’s made of tar |
| I’m wondering who we are |
| Guide me through the manual |
| I’m watching my own burial |
| Learning my lies by heart I suppose |
| Offering death a rose |
| Killing the flies in front of my eyes |
| Escaping the real life |
| My marrow’s made of tar |
| I’m wondering who we are |
| Guide me through the manual |
| I’m watching my own burial |
| Guide me through the manual |
| I’m watching my own burial |