Shallow skin though his pockets are deep
Twenty-four hours doesn't come cheap
The living dead
With eyes glowing red 
They never close but he's always asleep

He's only here with one thing in mind
Just point the way, if you'd be so kind
Put him to shame
But don't say his name
Take his word when he says that he’s fine

In for the party, in for a pound
All of these people but no one around
He runs out of words
They fall out in slurs
The burning bridge is falling down

Everything's a lie but this much is true
The aftertastes comes, nothing is new
Letting off steam
I'm living the dream
Somebody stop me, I dare you

The nights flash, the days stand still
So many old habits to softly kill
Choke and heave
The wants became needs 
Somebody stop me
Please