Your head will fill the room tonight The plastic wears you cold and tight The stage is waiting for you Like a murder knife Your head will spin this room tonight What does it matter your face will fade away And the crowds have left you your pinacle's a day Your vein is beating to the sound The drug is heavy pulling down You're feeling like an insect Crawling on the ground The needles smiling like a clown What does it matter Your face will fade away And the crowds have left you Your pinnacle's a day It doesn't matter Your dreams are shattered You think about it It's suicide suicide today The lamps will dim your head is dark A new calm within it always hits the mark Pass through the shadows Words fall in conversation It's all truly shallow Never had the motivation Your eyes worn closed your arms Trashed veins that drain dispose Your way is thin a standard remark A new calm within it always hits the mark