Taking my mind away off things that makes me blind  Now I can't even sleep when I'm drunk  But I'm feeling just fine, you see to me its not so bad  dreaming away back home    But I wonder why you keep picking from the foodbox  seems so strange to waste your life that could bring so much  Blinded by fake you rush right into the failiure trap    Bitter blood reveals  You keep kissing the strings of hope  You pray to keep them warm  But somehow you always wake up cold    I know its hard to breake away from here  But you've got to lean on dreams to make them real  Money ain't all that counts when the day is done    Harmony is not something you buy  But keep on raping yourself you fake  You ain't got the guts to change  Poison yourself cos you're scared to loose, what!