The incoherent blur of the world
Bleeding through my head like blue
The colours, shapes of things that are
Goodbye, the finality, fuck you

The glowing fade of time
My face held up right against the glass
Made to watch the pictures of a life gone
Calcified and catatonic with a day pass

I can smell the formaldehyde
In jars to preserve this dying flesh
Just to make me do it all over again
I must be on trial but have no defence

I can taste the familiarity of life
Almost smell the abhorrence of dreams
I can open these eyes and look at the faces
But every smile I see is plainly obscene

Fighting up the hill just to fight back down
Betrayed and consumed by the fate
Loathsome I find the days
You can only know my love, if you know my hate