Vacantly stood with these glazed eyes looking down,

Blurred lines bubble in my cup, think I’m fizzing out,

Well I don’t hear a sound as I’m reaching to you,

Im not looking for the fix that I got used to,

I get a little,

Rusty

So won’t you spare me some time,

Doesn’t it destroy your soul like it does mine?

When nothing that we do is fine, every high we get the lie that says the water’s turned into wine,

Well I’ve been twisting out; I’ve been twisting out the screws

Im not looking for the fix that I got used to,

I get a little,

Rusty

Chasing rabbits down holes there’s a Cheshire watching me,

the yellow brick rd, to nowhere I know, is where I go,

Seen the road, seen the road, seen the road,

Lead to nowhere before,