I'm at death's door but I hate losing What am I doing? Angry and so sore of my own choosing See my knees bruising All the blood oozing out But the key change is a strange feeling You keep deep inside And the free range meats and cheeses Were they happier alive? I was born with amnesia in my brain I don't know my name I just get migraines In place of memories Just buckets of my pain Filling up like rain Every day more of the same But the key change is the ceiling face is alive And the free-range, strange feeling inside Now you keep it deep inside Were they happier alive?