Wasting away at four pills a day To keep the anger away There's nothing to say The hole in my mouth Is where it all comes out I'm feeling thin It's happening again Is this not the end? Of me and you? I'm burying the truth I'm going home Wasting away at six pills a day To keep the anger at bay There's nothing to say The hole in my mouth Is where it all comes out I'm feeling thin It's happening again Is this not the end? Of me and you? I'm burying the truth I'm going home I'm going home I'm going home I'm wasting away at twelve pills a day To keep the anger away There's nothing to say The hole in my mouth Is where it all comes out I'm feeling thin It's happening again Is this not the end? Of me and you? I'm running from the truth I'm going home Bury me I'm going home Bury me bury me