It's the same old scene this year
Checking in for minor repairs
Angel's gone away
She pushed it an inch too far
I'll admit I like the way you wear your marks and 
scars...
She screams like 1973, 'I know'
'I need it'
Junk makes such beautiful debris
Stay sane, at least you'll leave a good looking corpse
Trauma claws and pretty stains
All in search of brighter pain
Many voices whisper, 'I will end you'
Still haunted by the date
Nothing left to separate
Keep breathing
Inhale, exhale
Oh, what possesses you to try and trip this vein?
And one more time I disbelieve
Choke down the pills that Chrissi gave me and try not 
to think of this
Yet I wonder what possesses you to try and trip the 
vein?
It scars and scars and scars and scars
Another chapter on the road to chemical divinity
I know why need it
Three steps to co-dependency
I think you're beautiful no matter what the needle 
marks say
Version 2.0, open up the wound and let it flow
It rains down
It's something that she could never see
Raise the divine hand of withdrawal
It's just addiction after all
Depress the trigger on a gun called apathy
And I wonder what possesses you to try and trip this 
vein?
It scars and scars and scars and scars
Don't want to be late for the wake this time
It's a long drive in ever decreasing circles
I'll admit I lied to you
I'll admit I used you up inside
To feed my insecurities
Goodbye...