Demise Automation

Skin stitched to the bed
Windows left wide open
Itch as I
Paralyze
Beg for «now»
All the time
May a feeling come I’ll catch
I don’t wanna be like this
Separate
«I» from «I»
Automate
My demise
I don’t want to be like this
Staring at the cracks in the wall
Strangled by the hands of a clock
Spin
Faster
Time is up, let me go
Seratonin discontinued
Nostalgia’s running out
Just a classic case of «got to kick this shit out»
Time is up
Let me go
I’ll be waiting for the pipe dream bombs to burst
I got soul, so what (I got soul till it stops)
Turn the ins out
Let the bombs burst