Lyrics

Drunk on the blood, stuck to the rug He vomits nostalgia Casualties watch him seethe With careful curiosity Raw dialogue, effort to waste He gives his sermon Words are pointless to the sober conscience They breathe the same air All is mind as mind is all Flesh is stone as stone is flesh Pain is real as real is pain As real as now Sad awakening, he finds a window God is mourning All thoughts pierce, memories are scarce The cuts have dried out The terror or the nights he lost Still hangs his head low Drunk on the rug, stuck to the blood He vomits nostalgia I waited so long for something to seem real I had so many questions I answered all my questions When I seen your face turn And I knew what was real And I knew what was lost And I knew what was real