There is a certain constant tension inside my skull
Insecurities that used to make me crazy
Now just make me dull. So I'm scrounging
In a western void searching for relief
You can check out early & die while you're young
Or peak, wither & wait for disease
The party has died. Hangover subside
With clamped open eyes I watch the death
Tolls rise. I hunt with open wounds &
Sorrow by my side. The hacks & actors
Are pretty and convincing, but it is you & I
Who shine the lovely light
The fever hunt rages on inside my head
Unrelenting heat. Death: Become dirt. You can't
Choose. I am tearing through the obese &
Subdued. Gutting and dropping those who try
To drag me down. To see is to suffer
There is no relief. Your heaven on Earth is hell to me
You can laugh along with the laugh track
You can wear ambition as disguise
You can exploit everyone around you
You can call it a struggle to survive
I hunt with open wounds & sorrow by my side
The more I see the less I need
The fever hunt rages on inside my head