Take this awful pain
That cracked the spinal code transmission to my brain.
Before my eyes, the birth of textures
And the stimulating feeling in my sensors.
Her memories, like medications,
They're there to break my fall,
But dangerous mixed with.

And it isn't the voice that ideals I tend to believe.
Wait a minute; your stomach's filled with such hypocracy.
And is it the fact that you're an ordinary American?

But when we get home
Will you be there to show me all the pieces
That I've never seen before?
And when you adore
The life that I have left behind
Because it is now washed up on the shore.

Place these citizens
Into a situation where they have to live
Eye for an eye.
They never figured
There was another side and backlash to her pleasure.

And it isn't the voice that ideals I tend to believe.
Wait a minute; your stomach's filled with such hypocracy.
And is it the fact that you're an ordinary American?

But when we get home,
Will you be there to show me all the pieces
That I've never seen before?
And when you adore
The life that I have left behind
Because it is now washed up on the shore.

Her memories, like medication,
They're there to break my fall,
So I'm burning down the hospital.