• call the doctor 'cuz I'm sick
    sick to death of the way I live
    my hands never seem to stop shaking
    I think soon my knees will give


    it's terminal, this illness
    that has taken everything from me
    it sucks me dry, saps my strength
    crushes my chest: oh God, I can't breathe


    I'm about to lose it all
    everything that's me
    the world is turning gray
    and gray is all I see


    I can feel the sickness grow
    it's poison in my veins
    I cry acid instead of tears
    even pleasure has turned to pain


    drowning in self-pity
    watching my soul rot away
    like a tumor it spreads
    death by self-loathing: what a fate!


    I'm about to lose it all
    everything that's me
    the world is turning gray
    and gray is all I see

    no one can save me
    maybe I have to save myself

    gray
    that's all there is to see.