I can't keep pretending my life's never ending
Must shake this conceit 'til I make my peace.
No more worry, no more trouble. (Is hope hopeless?)
No more pain and no more struggle.
When I get a glimpse into oblivion.
Every day's a dear departure of torture as a work of art.
I'm starting to notice that I could just disappear.
Panic grips me in the shower.
Lapses of a lack of power.
And when the lake of luck dries up this desert grows rogue flowers.
Now I must, please beg my pardon
Plant myself in someone's garden.
Starting to notice that I could just disappear.
I'm starting to notice, starting to notice that...
I could just disappear.
I could just disappear, no one would miss me here.
I could just disappear.
Watch a muted television.
Listen to the air condition.
Secret frequencies and dream sequences freak me out.
S'cuse me while I commit my
Opposite of suicide.
I'm starting to notice.
Starting, starting...
I could just disappear.
I could just disappear, no one would miss me here.
I could just disappear.
The loss of my friends and the loss of my functions,
My primal compulsion and cultural corruption,
The gravity of graphic equalization,
That keeps me awake, shaking out of my station.
The itch is no match for the scratched, static signal
That broadcasts my forecast in intimate lingo.
I can't pinch the skin on my littlest finger
Without the persistent and desperate thoughts ringing.
I'm stranded with brand names and tourist attractions
And unsatisfied with this vanishing action.
These serious theories and slight flights of fancy
Can't power the phantom transistors of mercy.
I'm miserable and so powerless to resist it,
Not invisible but had never existed.
It waits for me shrouded in shadows and whispers.
I'm starting to notice.
Starting to notice that I could just disappear.