I feel you pumping just beyond my door What you've crawled here for You're all dressed in grey
I hear you whisper like an open grave O.D. Receiver, I am all you crave You're dying, crying, I can hear you fall Your bony fingers scratching on my wall
I hear you screaming, well at least you try Me, I'm still smiling but I don't know why I'd call a doctor if I had the time But I'm so busy with this fix of mine