Lyrics:

Searching for a mode and for a method.
Whats he thinking and what the fuck is he saying?
And does it matter anyway?
Never again... I begin to think,
as the liquid seeps in and the agony escapes my lungs.
The simple concept of trust.
You cant take back some mistakes.
Youve come to see me, now I know that my life must end.
And while I may be forgotten, there will be no forgiveness.
Youve come to see me, now I know that my life must end.
Searching for mode or motivation... what was I thinking?
Dreaming in dog years.
And though I may be forgotten, there will be no forgiveness.
Youve come to see me, now I know that my life must end.
Be it seven seconds or seven years,
it doesnt matter when youre dreaming in dog years.
Just like the kiss that condemned christ,
it was such a pity to throw what we had away Dreaming.
Now, Im not afraid to die.
Just like the kiss that condemned christ, what a pity.
You threw it all away. Dog years.
Now Im not afraid to die.
Theres nothing left. Dreaming.
Splitting headaches and random thoughts...what matters anyways?
Hypertension? Diabetes?
I had it all, now I cant feel my legs.
I heard the metal clank, and Guy just sold out good ole Bud.
And its not gonna be alright.
And its not going to be ok.