Tuesday wakes up silent
  And there aren't enough pills to sleep
  And then it cuts out like miswired shortwave radio
  It's over
  But nothing can change to ever make it right
  When you live in a nightmare
  It's written all over your face.
    And in a short time
  You're never the same again
  The distance is streamlined
  Between decision and defense:
    Distorient the senses
  Loss of identity
  No one to trust
    Life runs through this trade
  I am no killer
  But I still hide my face
  In the coming days
    I wake up every morning
  From the same dream
  And then I kill it
  But you can't change the letters when the ink dries
    I woke up on the sidewalk and everything just changed
  Now the lights are blinking but I can't see anything
    Everything is falling apart:
  Crumpled paper
  Crushed tin cans
  Broken bottles
  Paper scraps
  We all look the same
  We all look the same
  But I am the killer