Walking away
It's not the same as running
Is it to you now
That you've run this in the ground

And you say, "Take this,
This medicine is just what you deserve.
Swallow, choke, and die."

And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth
One that's void of all discretion, such an awful tearing sound
With it's measure only equalled by the power of my stare
Glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair is never wearing out

It's wearing off
And it's leaving you
With such a heavy heart
And a head to match

The bottle is waiting
The cap is twisted begging to be used
And so are you

And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth
One that's void of all discretion, such an awful tearing sound
With it's measure only equalled by the power of my stare
Glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair is never wearing out

Wearing out
Wearing out
Wearing out
Wearing out
Wearing out