Do you feel the air in your lungs?
Do you feel that air in your lungs?
Have you found your days have turned numb?
Have you found your days have turned numb?
I don't quite sell myself so well,
To sell is to be crass and loud.
'Cause my routine has bled into one,
I'm cruel, disgusting, and fun.
And I can't see how it's come to be,
My desire.
How it's come to be.
Adversity is paved to the truth,
Consider me perverse and unfaithful.
So far my life has always been good,
Many dark corners but always eventful.
Writers make darkness sound so cheap,
To me it's what makes all you believe.
'Cause my routine has bled into one,
I'm cruel, disgusting, and fun.
'Cause I can't see how it's come to be,
My desire.
How it's come to be.