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Everybodyâs got a hungry heart
But nobody ever knows when itâll start
And I can take what you send my way
But this deep, black hole will make an Atheist pray
And I donât want to realize
That my own blood wonât sympathize
Iâve had a hundred or more consultations
I canât get closer to an explanation
Iâve got a poison condition
This stabbing in my head
Iâve got an open infection
I could be dead
Everybodyâs got the will to take
But nobody knows quite where itâll break
And I can see what I mean to them
A handshake, a buck, and a âhey, good luckâ
Charm and beauty, and simple joys
I canât feel them
I donât know why
Stolen evenings, laced with doubt
Because my own body wonât help me out
And where are the magical medications?
To deal with these vanishing expectations
Iâve got a poison condition
This stabbing in my head
Iâve got an open infection
I could be dead
And everybody should know
Everybody should know
Everybody should know
Everybody should know
Charm and beauty, and simple joys
I can see them getting further
Caring voices, all turned to noise
I canât feel them
I donât know why
Iâve got a poison condition
This stabbing in my head
Iâve got an open infection
I could be dead