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?