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 
(Fradually)

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)