The Cell

I wake up in my pretty padded white cell
And tear stitches from my head.
Burning silent perfect hell,
This is my home, it's burning well.
I put my straight jacket on,
Because the show has got to go on.
Something wicked crawls inside of my skin,
Breathing smoke is my medicine.

It's the way live, don't you come to me and
wave your fucking finger in my face again.
It's the way I live, don't you come to me and
wave your fucking finger in my face.
You want something beautiful to believe in.
You better try to wake up. Now! Today!

I step out with my eyes shot red
And my hair dripping from sweat
White, silent, walking dead,
Digging our graves and digging them well

I can't wrap my head, I can't wrap my head,
I can't wrap my head around this thing!
Where from the wood? Where from the wood?
Where from the woods does all of this come?
Total, silence, slowly kills my thrill.
I open wide and swallow my pill.

It's the way I live, don't you come to me and
Wave your fucking finger in my face again.
It's the way I live, don't you come to me and
wave your fucking finger in my face.
You want something beautiful to believe in.
You better try to wake up. Now! Today!

I wake up in my pretty padded white cell
And tear stitches from my head
Burning silent perfect hell,
This is my home, it's burning well.

It's the way I live, don't you come to me and
wave your fucking finger in my face again.
It's the way I live, don't you come to me and
wave your fucking finger in my face.
You want something beautiful to believe in.
You better try to wake up.
Now! Today!
You better wake up!
Now! Today!
You better wake up!
Now!
Wake up!
Now!



Credits
Writer(s): Ali Jose Rodriguez, Corey Proulx, Hebert Javier Garcìa, Martin Blekkerud, Tommy Gomez
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