Beat by: Haywyre (http://haywirehaywire.ne wgrounds.com/)

Lyrics:
I dont sleep anymore, I lay awake and stare
at the ceiling, feeling the the cold chills in the air
I stopped caring about my body, I dont know about mind
This insomniac lifestyle has my sanity wound tight
but these lonely nights are the only times I can think in silence
my eyes get weak as they fight the weight of my eye-lids
Tomorrow's crisis has too much emphasis
for me to go to sleep and not think about the present tense
What I did yesterday directly effects my next move
I can't pretend to tread lightly, I know Im dead in this tomb
Soon I'll the exit and accept this life sentence
working for the weekend and collecting my cents
then checking my mail box for receipts and advertisements
looking for companionship as I read the fine print
I'll find it as soon as I decipher these psychics
time is a law, I've decided to abide by it
The night shifts I'll drift as these day dreams drain me
Wha's pain, but a feeling of sensation before angry?
I'm not crazy, Im just obsessed with life
If I'm seconds from my death, I'll be checkin the time
Cause you know how it goes, a glass is s'posed to hold its own
but after a few fractures, it shatters and crashes to floor
well imagine thats your life, you're in a casket before you're born
a tragic accident, one mishap, and you're nappin in the morgue
You're left in cabinet, you cadaver is poked and stabbed at
you're an inanimate object, less respect than a lab rat
Test research won't done on your dead flesh
Your death is purged from the Earth moments from your last breath
Ya, and dont forget, you'll soon be forgotten
You're an infinite memory, but your body's slowly rottin'
Your nutrients begin to return to the Earth
Welcome back to cycle, reborn in the dirt

What's taken from the Earth, will be returned over time
Recycled over and over, rolling through the assembly line.
What's taken from the Earth, will be returned over time
Recycled over and over, rolling through the assembly line.

Cause metal rusts, nuts and bolts become one
the elements cut with dust, turning the boulders into crumbs
Nothing's indestructible when nature's at her finest
we can suck her tits dry but can't deny this new climate
time is a luxury, but patience aint a virtue
watching this clock is a hobby that'll hurt you
We bite the hand that feeds, so we can feast on the body
We are a disease, self aware but not stopping.