the blood has dried the time has past   we're not devices built to last   but somehow, someway, we just keep going   so frayed, so strained, crushed   by the weight of the world   but somehow, someway, I just keep going   like tore-up ragged toys, that stitches couldn't mend   I don't think we'll break, but we'll surely bend   each day, burn out, feeling strained   each night spent looking for escape   all the madness just won't go away   your voice, a hollow echo   from a distant yesterday   pull me into obsolescence   push me to depravity   and my mind's on fire   overwhelmed and distending   sedated by your essence   lulled into complacency