Once again, the bitch raises it's ugly head.
Neuroses are such lousy lovers.
These chemicals,
they rule my life,
diluting everything.
Turning progress into nothing.

Chorus:
Another day and another decision.
To disconnect myself from reality.
Can't bear the weight of the self accusations.
I'm fucking up remembrance again.

I can't pretend,
to give a shit about myself.
A luxury I can never afford.
If you cant' take the pain,
just slit your wrists and slip away.
But I never liked it the easy way.
(No)

Chorus

Remorse....Is a cancer that feeds on the wretched.
Whores....selling faith in the midst of dismay.
Trading placebo for all that decays.

Chorus

Another day is the same.