I wasn't always this way
If only you'd have met me in younger days
We could have been what you want
We could have been what I think you want, but
You don't tell me what you want, and
I don't tell me what I want

Can't you see I've become quite gaunt?
The food I eat has begun to taunt me
I've begun to grind my teeth
I cannot find relief

And the world doesn't seem to be happening

Because the drum I beat isn't heard by anyone
For I am weak and cannot beat a drum to save my life

I should take a knife, and carve my name, as if it were my right
Into the desk where i write: into the cave where I hide

I'm a meat and steam factory
Don't describe my face to me
I'm a meat and steam factory
This heat is getting to me

And the world doesn't seem to be happening