Knowing

This one doesn't cry like the others
Take his vital signs and
Medicate him

This ones hopes won't die like the others
Throw him in the hole and
Sedate him

As I enter this former sanctuary
My bones don't feel like they felt when I knew they were in my own skin
(When I was still a man)

Give me substance
Give me something
To make me feel less real
I want to lose all concentration (gradually)

I'd be a liar If I said I was telling the truth half the time
I keep it locked inside
Under a pile of smiles and deceit
I will thrive, thrive... I will die and honest man

Give me substance
Give me something
To make me feel less real
I want to lose all concentration (gradually)

Compromise
In style
Softly
Compromise
In style
Gradually

Give me substance
Give me something
To make me feel less real
I want to lose all concentration (gradually)