It's like god swimming in your bathtub
It's like fire on your skin
It's like looking at your own face
For the first time since your birth
And it's like playing poker with satan
Everyday at 8 pm
And losing each time,
Losing yourself
The engines are pouring
It's boiling point again
Everyone and everything
Is junk
Must remember every dot
and every line
It's like attending your own funeral
When you are still alive
They just put you in a cofin
And told your family that you died
And Moses said he'll be a good girl
But for now he is a boy
Locked in a body of a woman
Who thinks she is a troll
The engines are pouring
It's boiling point again
Suburban boy,
They never taught you how to fight
They always spoiled you with new toys and guns
And when it was your time
to face the real life
you turned to drugs and other things and
You almost forgot that you are alive
Sometimes, somedays, somehow
You are still alive
