behave, hollow automaton

Throw down the keys on the table
Playing it down's getting played out
Put on a new shirt when I'm able
With a year's old stain, still looks the same

Human condition loops endlessly; it sticks to my skin
Is that all you got?
Patterns in my arms
You're totally full of it

I'll grow a new lung when I'm able
An endless refrain: back to square one
If I'm nothing but lazy and stable
Why's my old pain still ache the same?

Stare out the window
Losing my purpose, I stand there for hours
Show me what you got
Circles 'round my eyes
Yeah, I must be full of it

My headache's eating all my words again
You got a problem it must be my fault
Sorry for being vain, you need your space
There's ringing in my ears and screeches in the dark
She lets her cassette record everything
So she can record her mistakes and play her part
But all she hears is every mess she's made
And again she marks the progress on her arm

My headache's eating all my words again
You got a problem it must be my fault
Sorry for being vain, you need your space
There's ringing in my ears and screeches in the dark
She lets her cassette record everything
So she can record her mistakes and play her part
But all she hears is every mess she's made
And again she marks the progress on her arm

My feet are swollen and my arms are sore
Stare at the razor I left sitting on the floor
I bite my tongue and fight the art again
Whatever I wanted just wasn't in the cards
She watches all her work coagulate
The hollow noises eating at her start to fade
Rewinds her cassette and restarts the tape
The cycle looping over and over again

Her hallowed heart promises to refill again
The cycle looping over and over again