Passed out  While you drunk the last  Of my humanity  Should have told you  There really isn't very much  Of that  Left  In  Me  Came to with a start  Almost disturbed you  Wish I could have seen your face  So very hungry  Disappointed in me but  Desperate now you'd had a taste    AND IT MAKES ME BURN  AND IT MAKES ME SWEAT  AND IT MAKES ME HARD  AND IT MAKES ME FRET  I GRIND MY TEETH  PUNCH THROUGH WALLS  COUGH UP BLOOD  BUT WE ALL KNOW THAT  IT  Isn't over yet.  Rocking back and forth  In the space that you  Left behind  Reach across to touch you  But there is only emptiness  For me to find  Feel my skin go taut  I'm going back down  Should never have come up for air  Your so addictive  And I'm dependant  On the only drug that cares    AND IT MAKES ME BURN  AND IT MAKES ME SWEAT  AND IT MAKES ME HARD  AND IT MAKES ME FRET  I GRIND MY TEETH  PUNCH THROUGH WALLS  COUGH UP BLOOD  BUT WE ALL KNOW THAT  IT  Isn't over yet.    Our kind is legion  We don't see  Your authority  Depression contagion  Told we're wrong  By the minority  We are ten feet tall  A million strong  We never need to feel alone again  You hide your affliction  And call it religion  How convenient  You invented our pain  AND IT MAKES US BURN  AND IT MAKES US SWEAT  AND IT MAKES US HARD  AND IT MAKES US FRET  WE GRIND OUR TEETH  PUNCH THROUGH WALLS  COUGH UP BLOOD  BUT YOU ALL KNOW THAT  IT  Isn't over yet.