The Comedian Is Dead Lyrics
God, the room won't stop
If I could just open my eyes forever
I'd never have to feel this lost again
But would I feel as whole
As in control?
Am I slowly drowning
Or staying afloat
With each soothing burn cascading?
Maybe Hunter was right
Taking all this in is overwhelming
All attempts to heal are badly failing
Is there something more that I am missing?
Feigning what I feel...
Am I really falling further?
Is this the final straw?
Fortune has its way of laughing
On those with scars laid bare
Am I really falling further?
Is this the final straw?
Fortune has its way of laughing
On those with scars laid bare
I wake up surrounded by evidence
Of another night gone awry
Why can't I break this cycle of relapse and revelry?
I have lost composure
For what seems like the hundredth time today
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I don't know why I can't get beyond the urge to drown myself
This current pulls me under
Beneath the undertow
As shattered memories wash out to see
Floating down
I fight back the tide
(I will fight the tide.)
And I'm as useless as an orphan's cry
From virulent sustenance
The product of consequence
From virulent sustenance
The product of consequence
From virulent sustenance
The product of consequence
My body forces retribution
For the onslaught it endures
Another night of purging myself of my weakness
Pull me from the water
It's time that I finally breathe again
I'm a fucking mess
Fucking mess
Fucking mess
