I can feel the ache and   I can feel it breaking   One hand on the head   One hand on the bed      Breathing in the blankness   Breathing in the blank shots   One hand on the head   One hand on the bed      I can't focus on the haze   I'm still choking on the craving   Waiting for the only sound   I haven't heard      Hoping this is as low   As we can get   Wading in the images   We're soon to forget      And I may be out of it   But I'm still into you   I'm born dead, I'm born again   I can feel the ache and   I can feel it breaking      Come towards the call   With no poison crawling   Absorb absorb absorb   Shut down   No short lines and   Only short lies   Count them backwards   In four words   Or less or more      I can't focus on the haze   I'm still choking on the craving   Waiting for the only sound   I haven't heard      Hoping this is as low   As we can get   Wading in the images   We're soon to forget      I may be out of it   But I'm still into you   I'm born dead, I'm born again   I can feel the ache and   I can feel it breaking