This one doesn't cry like the others
Take his vital signs and medicate him
This ones hopes won't die like the others
Throw him in the hole and sedate him
As I enter this former sanctuary
My bones don't feel like they felt
When I knew they were in my own skin
When I was still a man
Give me substance, give me something
To make me feel less real
I want to lose all concentration
Gradually
I'd be a liar if I said I was telling the truth half the time
I keep it locked inside
Under a pile of smiles and deceit
I will thrive, thrive, I will die, die an honest man
Give me substance, give me something
To make me feel less real
I want to lose all concentration
Gradually
Compromise
In style
Softly
Compromise
In style
Gradually
Give me substance, give me something
To make me feel less real
I want to lose all concentration
Gradually
