Just because I feel the pain of pain

Just because I seem to use my brain

That don't mean I'm not just as maimed

That don't mean a thing

Just because my flesh is on the bone

My mouth moves, it's screaming on the phone

That don't mean there's somebody home

That don't mean a thing

No one feels me

When I reach them, my hands pass through

I'm dead, too

Just like you

Open up and I pour the liquid in

What a waste of oranges and gin

Wash away my puddle full of sin

I don't taste a thing

Just because I'm still this side of ground

That don't mean I'm not breaking down

De-composing, erasing every sound

I don't hear a thing

Cut my body

Break my fingers

Tear up my brain

I'm dead, too

Just like you

Think you're the only one underneath the stone could be somebody?