Was there some decision by committee
That sleep is not fitting for me?
Will I cut and gnash at sunken pillars
Till my nerves ignore me?

Comatose, I suppose
There was no chance
Of getting on the lifeboat
I belong to whatever medicine
They gave me to send my mind home
But don't look twice

The ammunition is free
Whatever you can carry at least
You're god's special soldier
Shooting arrows straight through the garden wall
The apprehension is free
It's nevеr been quite this cheap
You're somе living legend
Seeking penance after the final call

Is there some procession of misfortune
Bound to smother us out like torches?
Do we lose our dreams to seething dawns
The same way every morning?
Comatose, I suppose
There was no point
In waving down the lifeboat
Conjure up whatever remembrance
You might need to weave a tightrope
So don't look twice

It's not regression it's a cycle
It's not regression it's a cycle
It's not regression it's a cycle
It's not obsession if it's all that you have time for

It's not the lifting, it's the holding
(Tend your guilt)
It's not a moment till it's stolen
(Lose your will)
It's not the bleeding it's the keeping
(Your wounds clean)
It's not suspension if you already believe

The apprehension is free
It's never been quite this cheap
You're some living legend
Seeking penance after the final page
The ammunition is free
Whatever you can carry at least
You're god's special soldier shooting arrows
Losing battles, stealing shadows
Taking shelter, making peace