Tuesday wakes up silent And there aren't enough pills to sleep Cut it And then it cuts out like miswired shortwave radio It's over But nothing can change to make it right When you live in a nightmare It's written all over your face. And in a short time You're never the same again The distance is streamlined Between decision and defense: Distorient the senses Loss of identity No one to trust No one to trust Life runs through this trade I am no k**er But I still hide my face In the coming days I wake up every morning From the same dream k** it But you can't change the letters when the ink dries I woke up on the sidewalk and everything just changed Cut it Now the lights are blinking but I can't see anything Life runs through this trade I am no k**er But I still hide my face In the coming days Life runs through this trade I am no k**er Everything is falling apart Everything is falling apart Everything is falling apart: Crumpled paper Crushed tin cans Broken bottles Paper scraps Were all the same Were all the same We all look the same We all look the same I am the k**er No And in a short time Your never the same again The distance and extream lies In decision and diffence