| Strapped to a rotting bed if I were up I’d rule the world |
| Why can’t I be a stand-up guy I’m stuck at prone |
| Without me that worthless son of a bitch would not have a dime |
| How did this happen to me — where did it all go wrong |
| We make the grave mistakes |
| Then try to fool our own minds |
| Distress and consequence |
| The rumination kills time |
| How am I supposed to face the day to face the world |
| If only I were given a fair break you’d see I swear |
| You can end up burning bridges just for standing tall |
| The losing circle is so cold lonely and dark |
| We make the grave mistakes |
| Then try to fool our own minds |
| Distress and consequence |
| The rumination kills time |
| I see you everywhere |
| It’s so hard to look |
| Now I hear you everywhere |
| Friendships we had mistook |
| So face — your reflection |
| And take — your medication |
| Now make — a new direction |
| Or stay — in rumination |
| And I’m still strapped to a rotting bed if I were up I’d rule the world |
| Why can’t I be a stand-up guy I’m stuck at prone |
| Without me that worthless son of a bitch would not have a dime |
| How did this happen to me — where did it all go wrong |