I'm losing ground
you know how this world can beat you down
I'm made of clay
I fear I'm the only one who thinks this
way
I'm always falling down the same hill
bamboo puncturing this skin
and nothing comes bleeding out of me just like a waterfall
I'm drowning in
2 feet below the surface I can still make out your wavy face
and if I could just reach you maybe I could leave this
place
I do not want this
I do not want this
I do not want this
I do not want this
don't you tell me how I feel
don't you
tell me how I feel
don't you tell me how I feel
you don't know just how I feel
I stay inside my bed
I have lived so many lives
all in my head
don't tell me that you care
there really isn't anything, is there?
you would know, wouldn't you?
you extend
your hand to those who suffer
to those who know what it really feels like
to those who've had a taste
like that means
something
and oh so sick I am
and maybe I don't have a choice
and maybe that is all I have
and maybe this is a cry for
help
I do not want this
I do not want this
I do not want this
I do not want this
don't you tell me how I feel
don't you
tell me how I feel
don't you tell me how I feel
you don't know just how I feel
I want to know everything
I want to be
everywhere
I want to f**k everyone in the world
I want to do something that matters
[production: Trent Reznor]
[mixing
engineer: Alan Moulder]
[drum performance: Stephen Perkins]
[drum treatments: Flood and Trent Reznor]