Letra da Música Agitation de Algebra Suicide

Not afterglow, but overglow. Not moonlight, but spotlight.
The crooning has grown cold,
while I have shrunken in my old age and gone soft all over.
Give me the morphine sleep I crave,
that slap in the face for hysteria.
Replace my bones with plastic joints;
remove my breasts so I can slip through gates.
Give me knees so weak
I have to roll and boys that make suicide impossible.
I don't want to have to go out in peace.
No talking, no snoring, no dreaming.
And my lungs collapsing in unison.