How tired are you now?   Can you feel it burning?   You would have thought by now   I would have ended my life long ago   For what it is worth, it's really not   For what it is worth   You're already dead   You know it and you love it   Raptures and explosions   Movements slowing into still life   That vacant look in your eye   I've seen it before   In a mirror cracked by anger   What stands frozen before me   Once saw myself   And the image broke   By my hands calloused and bruised   Shards of a reflection of self abuse   Embedded in the knuckles of an over-analyzed dream   I no longer sleep to keep from waking up   I've come to realize that no matter how hard I try, I'm only dying   You're only dying   You are dying   No matter how hard you try   You are dying, dying   Dying, dying      YOU   YOU'RE WAKING UP   TO DO THIS   ALL OVER AGAIN      You, you're waking up to do this all over again.