Great Gig in the Black Sky

I gave up on getting better, it's just the way it is I've been feeling numb ever since i was a kid Madison and first, night lights in a coffin I can't even fall asleep, twist spine pretty often I know i been looking different as of late But you shouldn't be scared I could see dead skin flying off me into the air I remember when this shit had started out cases back then were rare I walk in too slow I can't use no more It don't feel like no home My veins cold like snow What if i could find us a place on the moon I'd build plenty prototypes using blood and glue I threw paper planes towards the earth and steer But every message turns to ash inside the atmosphere Tell me why, i hope you found a good alibi Stay by my side, will it still hurt in the afterlife