Polio is a lonely place. A regulation hospital bed. The disease gave you that much space. A terrified, claustrophobic end is devouring your mind. Exposed. The terrible pressure of fear and pain. Always exposed, always alone. Alone with disease. A much traveled man died flat on his back.
Track Name: No Room
Looking from the inside out. I've seen you where you crawl around. Every second giving birth. Someone fucking put me first. No room. No vacancy. Force me to the back of the line. Make demands that I can't meet. Soak me with your sense of self. Living to admit defeat.
Track Name: Nothing
At the end of your life, your useless, worthless life. You will regret your time. You will have nothing to show. Nothing but pain. You will regret the time you spent living. Dying with nothing but pain.