Cotard's Syndrome

It's been years
Since I woke up
I've lost integrity
Don't feel for me
I've lived my days
I've dug my grave
I did my time
Scorching the earth
This is not goodbye
(This is not goodbye, because)
You'll see me in hell

This is the time of dying out loud
This is blasphemous absolution
THIS IS THE TIME OF DYING

Take away the pain
All the wounds are gaping, it's too late
To make it right
Stay away
Words like mine can be as sharp as knives
They cut you up

This is surreal life
For the impostor in my head

This is the time of dying out loud
This is blasphemous absolution
THIS IS THE TIME OF DYING

Take away the pain
All the wounds are gaping it's too late
To make it right
Stay away
Words like mine can be as sharp as knives
They cut you up

I dosed off
And you said fine
Then I od'ed
On midnight light
I've lost myself
I don't feel at all

This is the cemetery of my hope

This is my funeral discourse

I am a walking corpse

I cannot eat
I cannot rest
I cannot speak
This is the only time you'll see me fall from grace

This is the real me
The one I hoped you will never see

I'm putting on the dead man's shoes
I'm dancing on my grave
Come on, there's room for two
Death is not escape

I'm putting on the dead man's shoes
I'm dancing on my grave
Come on, there's room for two
Death is not escape

Death is not escape
I'm dancing on my grave