I see the world in black and gray
Broken dreams of [bad word] Escape the world to medicate
Symptoms gone but disease remains

If the vision dies will it ever breathe again

Oh, I've got to let go of the illusion
This is the end of me, You are my remedy
Oh, it's taking its toll - this pollution
This is the end of me, You are my remedy
Where you stop is where you'll start again

I hold the weight of sorrow deep
Wide awake but my mind's asleep
Familiar needle scratches on my skin
Like a record warped with ill content

I've got to let go of all of this
It's the end of me, my remedy..