Dead Languages

You don't have to say too much
Most of it I can infer
Because momentary happiness was getting on my nerves
When the cup fills up, we'll go nuclear
Grab your spade, dig your grave, it's not deep enough
I'm at home, drunk alone, what did you expect?
So all aboard, next stop's a fucking train wreck

The writing's on the walls in languages that I can't read
I'm soaked in side effects, so much that I can't breathe

So, it didn't take a lot
Safe to say that I'm still reeling
I'm unmedicated, stoned, awake, thinking and feeling
She took a deep breath in, said: It might hurt a bit
I'll have you know, been so low that I can't feel a thing
Shame on me, coming clean: Oh, the humanity!
You can give me hell, you can use me as you please

The writing's on the walls in languages that I can't read
I'm soaked in side effects, so much that I can't breathe
I always thought that we'd be better off as ghosts this summer
So we could walk right through the walls we put between each other

We could walk right through the walls

I'm drunk on middle-aged doom in hotel rooms
I tried to play the fool, and it speaks volumes
Tried to mimic hieroglyphics in a dead language
But I read every word backwards, and it all fell to shit

You'd swear I do these things for the fun of it
Cause it hurts so much worse than my medicine
Not a martyr, not a hero, but a masochist
At least the suicide note will be eloquent

The writing's on the wall in languages that I can't read
I'm soaked in side effects, so much that I can't breathe
(I always said we'd be better off as ghost this summer)
(So we could walk right through the walls we put between each other)