now it's getting hard to see through all of the blood   and all it seems to smell like    is the raw stench of the rust that the needle clings to   as the fishing line begins to bind to the other side of me   the chasing silence side, it's truth through silence      you see I'm sewing together my lips   and it's just because I'm so sick of who I am   and, oh yeah, I've cut off both my typing hands   do you think anyone will notice   do you think anyone will ever know that other side of me   the chasing silence side, it's truth through silence      it just finally felt right to go from the life of the party    to that guy who just sits in the corner and stares quietly   but it's hard and it sucks when your legend precedes you   my legend precedes me