[bad word] astray
Inside the guilt machine
Turning tension's twisted coil
Till nothing's left of me
Words unspoken feed the lie
Smile and say you're doing fine today

Conversation makes no sense
All logic stripped away
Situation's out of hand
In amber disarray
Words unspoken feed the lie
Another pill... you're doing fine today

Did you dream of distant skies
And thirst to roam and wander
Did you die silently inside?
Did you think you'd find the answer
Behind the light?
Did you think you'd find a way
To disconnect your favourite pain?

Disengage and justify
To wash away the pain
Medicate and victimize
To purge you pure again
Words unspoken feed the lie
Drink it down... you're doing fine today

Something snaps at 4.05
One Friday afternoon
Turning tension's twisted coil
Till nothing's left of you
Words unspoken seal the lie
One small step... you'll soon be fine today