Fourth

Swamped within my disbelief, alright Tides have changed too quick for me to see My socks are soaked and clinging to my skin Next moment, they're threadbare and they're dry Just can't predict Another moment, another funeral Under the knife, another removal Push me into this black night and I'll fall into the morning light Four years of running and I haven't moved at all Now I'll finally trip and fall Hooked into a machine to survive Drip the sweet illusions in my dreams I see the situation's getting worse Even if I wanted to escape I'd tear it out From a user to an addict The stoic world before me restricts Stumbling in perfect night, just begging to see morning light The light in the tunnel turned out to be a train My running was in vain Take the tubes out, they're not helping It all still feels like it's a scalping Shoot me into the abyss, it cannot be much worse than this Push me over so I won't feel a thing Like a glass of Novocaine