Part III

I've got no distractions

Just the pain I'm masking

Calm me down and ask me

I'll be fine

But I've got nothing to say

Nothing to do

I could be dead

I could be you

Killing your thoughts

Killing your head

I'll be alright

Love will be dead

Once I stop I can't go

Cross my heart and hope to

Live the way I ought to

I'll be fine

Cause I've got nothing to say

Nothing to do

I could be dead

I could be you

Killing your thoughts

Killing your head

I'll be alright

Love will be dead

And, Now there's automatic jobs

Running out the clock

Problematic gods

When will it all f**king stop?

Will it not?