These people; they're no good for you
They'll chew you up and spit at you
They'll wash you out
With their words like filthy rain, and calcify.
I see how they look at you
And I hear how they talk to you
It makes me want to die.
Where do you go from here?
I've been wondering all these years
If maybe something prompts a change
You'll start living strange.
Why can't win this war?
I've been sleeping with the corpse
Are these words you speak still yours?
Or are these just figments of ghostly paramours?