It's the same old scene this year   Checking in for minor repairs   Angel's gone away   She pushed it an inch too far   I'll admit I like the way you wear your marks and scars...      She screams like 1973, "I know"   "I need it"   Junk makes such beautiful debris   Stay sane, at least you'll leave a good looking corpse   Trauma claws and pretty stains   All in search of brighter pain   Many voices whisper, "I will end you"   Still haunted by the date   Nothing left to separate   Keep breathing   Inhale, exhale   Oh, what possesses you to try and trip this vein?      And one more time I disbelieve   Choke down the pills that Chrissi gave me and try not to think of this   Yet I wonder what possesses you to try and trip the vein?      It scars and scars and scars and scars      Another chapter on the road to chemical divinity   I know why need it   Three steps to co-dependency   I think you're beautiful no matter what the needle marks say   Version 2.0, open up the wound and let it flow   It rains down   It's something that she could never see   Raise the divine hand of withdrawal   It's just addiction after all   Depress the trigger on a gun called apathy   And I wonder what possesses you to try and trip this vein?      It scars and scars and scars and scars      Don't want to be late for the wake this time   It's a long drive in ever decreasing circles   I'll admit I lied to you   I'll admit I used you up inside   To feed my insecurities   Goodbye...