Take this awful pain
That cracked the spinal code transmission to my brain
Before my eyes, the birth of textures
And the stimulating feeling in my sensors

Her memories, like medications,
They're there to break my fall,
But dangerous mixed with

And it isn't the voice that ideals I tend to believe
Wait a minute; your stomach's filled with such hypocrisy
And is it the fact that you're an ordinary American?

But when we get home
Will you be there to show me all the pieces
That I've never seen before?
And when you adore
The life that I have left behind
Because it is now washed up on the shore

Place these citizens
Into a situation where they have to live
Eye for an eye
They never figured
There was another side and backlash to her pleasure

And it isn't the voice that ideals I tend to believe
Wait a minute; your stomach's filled with such hypocrisy
And is it the fact that you're an ordinary American?

But when we get home,
Will you be there to show me all the pieces
That I've never seen before?
And when you adore
The life that I have left behind
Because it is now washed up on the shore

Her memories, like medication,
They're there to break my fall,
So I'm burning down the hospital