Self-martyrdom Is Such A Drag

Catatonic and sleepwalking. Eyes slits and the house is ablaze. Could really use some sleep long overdue. Say what I mean, mean what I say, why doesn't it mean anything. Cool, chaotic and unwound arms wrapped in a maze of needle and vein. Could really stand to eat. This purge is vexing defeat but bones and skin withstand. The shock of cold concrete this resource to deplete. Say what I mean, mean what I say, why doesn't it mean anything. I'm too patient. I sit in an inferno waiting for you to return.