• With all the blood I have left that hasn't been drained,
    With my few limbs I have left free of pain,
    With the colour in my face, yet to go pale white,
    With the glow left in my eyes like ultraviolet light,

    What does it mean? I feel different, strange...
    Maybe it was my whole life you had changed,
    I'll drink my friend whiskey till in the east the sun rises,
    with my face blank, emotions masqueraded, disguises...

    Maybe there's a reasonable answer to leave me alone,
    I understand there's trouble, but this I can't seem to condone,
    so if you excuse me while I run straight into the tide,
    I remember when I used to feel something....

    But now I'm just cold inside.