I'm fading into black

I'm slipping through the cracks in me

My head is full of holes

My thoughts are scattered on the breeze


My life is full of dirt

It tastes just like a curse on me

You cut me to the bone

I got bad love I got dead dreams


Your strange disease messing with my head

You'll be the death of me

You're the living end

I'm filthy and diseased

'Cause like I die, I live in slow motion

I'm scattered on the breeze

The sickly people's heads cracked open


Your strange disease messing with my head

You'll be the death of me

You're the living end


How does it feel to belong (6x)