Testo di Nothing (The Rat)

Break me into something worth it More than the heads of statues Even if the trend reconciles itself I will still wake up wishing I didn't So maybe instead I'll choke on these anti-anxiety pills So I don't have to swallow the flavor of life floating away In your hands against his chest or my head against the bathroom floor But every morning is a clean slate And my back starts to break. My face starts to change Alignment of the way I act and the way I am Because in my mind it's an emptiness Multi-foliate An abundance of layers buried out of necessity A laundry list of accomplishments Stage the disease Control the crisis Sell your soul to words that mean nothing