Black drugs made you drown tonight See things fall below the last court Still feel the voices speaking inside Still see the tears in your eyes
I hate my thinking And all my feeling I hate this landscape Of icicles and glacial skies I hate my body The waste of living If I don't want to stay When did I begin to feel so old?
That voice has got me down tonight The last cuts aren't healing and they hurt You're just a plastic girl alive Washed down reality with a star
I hate my thinking And all my feeling I hate this landscape Of icicles and glaciers I hate my body There's no more reason I'd rather hang myself I'm not coming home
