The Poison

It's not just the pain, the pain in my back That laughs in my face, my face every night Or the poison that took my lungs That keeps me from feeling warm But how could a rooftop view in London Look just the same as one in Brooklyn? Nothing has changed, but now I fight with the words And I can't see so good And there's got to be more, much more than this I've got pages of dreams, they're covered in piss And the poison that took my soul That keeps me from feeling anything And how could a rooftop view in London Look just the same as one in Brooklyn? Nothing has changed, but now I fight with the words And I can't see so good And now I fight with words Yeah, now I fight with words Now I fight with words And how could a rooftop view in London Look just the same as one in Brooklyn? Nothing has changed, but now I fight with the words And I can't see so good And I can't see so good (I can't see so good) And I can't see so good (I can't see so good) And I can't see so good