You say you can walk away
Any time at all
You say you’re not afraid to die
But you’re not sleeping

You are bringing me down so slow
Bringing me down so slow
Bringing me down

You burn so cold
Lost your voice when it needed you
Black veins tied you prisoner
To coax your severed highs
But this is the plastic age
The quiet rage is damned and civilised

You are bringing me down so slow
(give a little out and you’re bound to take a fall)
Bringing me down so slow
(give a little out and you’re bound to take a fall)
Bringing me down so

Tell who made it hurt
Won’t you say who made it hurt
Won’t you tell me now who made it hurt again

You ache for something
You ache for something