Small bolts of blood shoot across    the circumference, of his, of his eyes    The smells of fish, piss, puke and garbage    Sidewalk cooking underneath the sunrise    It's getting old now    It's getting old now    It's getting old       Don't call me when you're moods are properly balanced    'cause I was there now for the worst part of it       Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk    Holding his breath as the garbage truck passes by    His breath now breathes unfullfilment    Which for a moment he just pushes aside       It's getting old now    It's getting old now    It's getting old       Instincts read the buckling seams and stitches over the wealth of, the healthy and the uninterested       Don't call me when you're moods are properly balanced    'cause I was there now for the worst part of this (x2)       I twitch and cling to these, these images that I foreseen I jump at any noise that the night, the night will brings       I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear it anymore (x2)       Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk    Holding its breath as it all passes by    You know, as it all passes by       I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear, it anymore (x2)