Yeah, I've been dying on the low Torn my insides by someone I'm always on my backbone Losing hope in all I know I hate it I hate the way it makes me feel Like I'm floating through my life And all the way excuse perception Sitting on my deathbed Every day from eight to three Waiting to feel like me In a tortured existence Existential crisis Never been so vicious Trying to enlighten I hate it I hate the way it makes me feel Like I'm floating through my life And all the way excuse perception Sitting on my deathbed Every day from eight to three Waiting to feel like me