Just Because I Feel The Pain Of Pain

Just Because I Seem To Use My Brain

That Don't Mean I'm Not Just As Maimed

That Don't Mean A Thing



Just Because My Flesh Is On The Bone

My Mouth Moves, It's Screaming On The Phone

That Don't Mean There's Somebody Home

That Don't Mean A Thing



No One Feels Me

When I Reach Them, My Hands Pass Through



I'm Dead, Too

Just Like You



Open Up And I Pour The Liquid In

What A Waste Of Oranges And Gin

Wash Away My Puddle Full Of Sin

I Don't Taste A Thing



Just Because I'm Still This Side Of Ground

That Don't Mean I'm Not Breaking Down

De-composing, Erasing Every Sound

I Don't Hear A Thing



Cut My Body

Break My Fingers

Tear Up My Brain



I'm Dead, Too

Just Like You



Think You're The Only One Underneath The Stone Could Be Somebody?