Lyrics
six whole weeks, unconscious fury.
floating in a haze all blue and red.
muted colors, carried out on a gurney.
somebody turn me
over, turn me into a martyr.
i just can't remember
a time when i wasn't locked inside.
fuck your jury. they don't know me.
i'm not growing, i'm just forgetting.
six whole weeks, a dying patient.
comatose, reaching for a tether.
muted colors, lacking beds, no ventilation.
it's not vacation. it's
over, turn me into a martyr.
i just can't remember
a time when i wasn't locked inside.
fuck your jury. they don't know me.
i'm not growing, i'm just forgetting.
i am hollow, a husk of a
i used to stand for something, now i can hardly stand.
i am hollow, a useless sham--
i used to stand for something, these days i cannot stand.
it's over.
it's over.
it's over.
it's over.
(you fell victim to one of the classic blunders!
the most famous of which is:
"never get involved in a land war in Asia," but
only slightly less well-known is this:
never go in against a Sicilian when DEATH is on the line!!!)