Zachary Quinto Rides in My Pinto

Syllables exasperated gasps from the hole in your throat Feel lonely like a cancer I'm feeling more alone I never wanted this I just want it to stop Pull the plug end life support cut it off Expressive as the surgeon With lines drawn and marks made Brush strokes laid bare unto flesh, hard outlines pressed to fill the portrait red You savor the pain, the expression in your eyes a downward spiral You turned your life into a fucking soap Been on the air for far too long Another melancholy episode Is this the one where you die alone This is the afterthought of life Only sparing the cost No second glance to spare To look back at what's been lost The scars of a dying world At least we can say we felt something We felt something I was the catalyst You were my condemnation I was the catalyst You were my condemnation God damn you god damned me Another useless oath upon my chest What is this I must confess I'm faithless strung out by another faceless deity I will not bow my head in worship I'm not feeling well, spare me the medication I'm not feeling quite myself What's left of me circling the drain Circling the drain