My eyes and ears now focus on the change   If friendship sang a song my voice would strain   Every note's in vain, every note   In this spiteful harmony   No conscience, no thought process, no release   Your outlet of aggression begs you please   Care for your disease   And breed the perfect tragedy   How is this my fault?   And this is my life?   Enduring every passing day   The voice inside your head will say,   Am I a failure?   It's time to walk away   Worshipping this casualty    Inhaling what we need   To fill the lungs of his dead machine   Can't believe the pain it's taking the pictures perfect   The frame is breaking   As we draw closer your cold shoulder shows that you were so opposed   And I can't believe this is the way you've killed yourself   Worshipping this casualty inhaling what we need   To fill the lungs of this dead machine