Lyrics

Drunk on the blood, stuck to the rug, he vomits nostalgia Casualties watch him seethe with careful curiosity Raw dialogue and effort to waste, he gives his sermon His words are pointless to the sober conscience, they breathe the same air And therefore... All is mind, as mind is all Flesh is stone, as stone is flesh Pain is real, as real is pain Sad awakening, he finds the window, god, it's morning Thoughts pierce, his memories are scarce, the cuts have dried up The terror of the nights he lost, still hangs his head low Drunk on the blood, stuck to the rug, he erodes nostalgia All is mind, as mind is all Flesh is stone, as stone is flesh Pain is real, ow, as real is pain As real is pain As real is pain Pain is real Pain is real Pain is real Pain is real Pain is real Pain is real