Said you made them feel like someone
Gave them something to write on
Ink to sign their name in
And a place to put their hands when they refused to stay folded

Marked their tongues with scars and death words
Stole their bad clothes and left their best ones
Descriptive as a psycho in the sadistic ward
On a nonexistant sunday

Carpet burns on the crisper drawer
Liars lie here and scatter their brains
All across your dirty floor
Descriptive words don't describe anymore
It's just time to give in

Retreating to the lonely paradise
Of blues and greens made to tranquilize
But they won't
They're resistant and you're ready
They let you suffer

Don't want to make the time up
And soak in your need for attention
You're wasting the good luck
(The good fuck)
Letting yourself accept their suspension

Retreating to the lonely paradise
Of blues and greens made to tranquilize
But they won't
Liars lie down on your dirty carpet
Burning holes and dragging dirty eraser marks
Across the walls for you to read like a story
Sometime later

Say you're never ready to hold tight
And let yourself slip away
Guessing you're already lost beyond despair
And crazed with your own affairs
You're lying

At once the creator spoke to them
Told everyone to throw their hands up
And fall face down into the drug he had created
It was permanent addiction, but a way to go on
A day without the drug is death
If you sell, you lose your own
It's gone a long way
Come tomorrow, leave today
And under the influence of life we drift away