you've been in my dreams serving as my opiate for quite some time. but existence is in the waking and my clock is harping four AM in a way so that i can just barely read it. so now social means tell you how to be, you gave me reasons for this place. you took your face and covered it with prosthetics so we'll never hear you say, "it's too scarred and bloody to be enough." we'll never hear sometimes new jersey. can i say i miss the past today? can i say i'm tired of the commercial way. well i can't say just focus on the true beauty that was you. and i can't hold back now and be denied of my opiate.
Lyrics submitted by skeeterpan