Arthur Morgan's Last Breath

I just feel like finding others Ways of numbing my self-consciousness Ways of keeping me from crashing Ways to finally stop this coughing My mind is made of bits and pieces From the paintings, you once fitted Among these walls to cover bruises Among the walls of all these ruins We are all men of faith After we encounter death We are all men of peace Until we feel afraid I stay awake, most of these days Thinking about, what we'll become When we turn to grey Let us pretend, that all is well I feel deprived, while my heart swells I'm sorry if I scared you I just feel like finding others Ways of numbing my self-consciousness Ways of finally feeling Something