They prepare my requiem
Even though I'm still alive
Because even in our dreams
They always tell us lies

Take comfort in the anger
Revel in the pain
And for once feel the hatred
That's running through my veins

I'm tired of what's been deemed "cliche"
I'm tired of the same, old, boring day
I'm tired of having to put up with you

I've learned to stop breathing
But that's been done too.