Текст Code Orange – Nothing (The Rat)

So maybe instead I’ll choke on these anti-anxiety pills
So I don’t have to swallow the flavor of life floating away
In your hands against his chest or my head on the bathroom fucking floor
But every morning is a clean slate
And my back starts to break, my face starts to change
Alignment of the way I act and the way I am
Because in my mind it’s an emptiness
Multi-foliate
An abundance of layers buried out of necessity
A laundry list of accomplishments

Control the crisis
Stage the disease
Sell your soul to
Words that mean nothing