I'm an item on a list Something to accomplish The ever-growing density of time and space No sexual release No deep and inner peace Not anything to hold you to the impossible world The devil owns our fallen world I'm all cracked up And broken down I'm that sinking feeling Of leaving town You're the empty space You're nicotine You're the anesthetic My fucked up sleep routine The devil owns our fallen world Oh, all I wish I'd done Is to get beyond the guilt and pain To take the punch And all I ever did Is spend the nights Talking myself to meaninglessness Meaninglessness Meaninglessness Oh, I talked myself to meaningless Meaninglessness Meaninglessness Please talk me into meaning The devil owns our fallen world And I cut my hair Got cold under the blade Oh tell me where These words go when they're said