This one doesn't try like the others
Take his vital signs and
Medicate him

This one's heart won't die like the others
Throw him in the hole and
Sedate him

As I enter this former sanctuary
My bones don't feel like they felt when I knew they were in my own skin 
(When I was still a man)

Give me substance,
Give me something
To make me feel less real, I want to lose all concentration 
(Gradually)

I'd be a liar if I said I was telling the [bad word] half the time
I keep it locked inside
Under a pile of smiles and deceit
I will thrive, thrive, I will die an honest man,

Give me substance, give me something
To make me feel less real, I want to lose all concentration
(gradually) [bad word] 
In style, [bad word] 
In style,
Gradually