self destruction has never been so slow and clean   and I get this feeling like waking from a dream,   every action just a fraction of some grander scheme   of some movement I can't see   but I'll make it through this hell   all faculties employed   who gives a piece of themself to watch it be destroyed?   and sure as the morning you'll be asking how I've been   if not numb and automatic then I'm just feeling mean   not keeping busy, not keeping clean   but you'd be best not to see me divide myself   all faculties employed   reach out a hang for help   scream for change into a void   "you expect nothing, you're never dissapointed   I was a fool to have expected anything from you"