DATE WITH THE CORONER

Make what you want if this one, it can have several meanings...

LYRICS

Falling from grace
Drunk from a taste of the deceiver
Words she told me all were so phony
But I was so lonely, and I believed her
Woke into a trance
Sweet smell of nectar
She's a collector
Numb in my brain, Pavlov and the feeder
I'm a bleeder

While she sells up all my dreams
For pennies down by the sea
Now there's just one left for me
Lost my own place
Can't fill the space where once I had power
Now the flowers and the hours dry up on the table
So unstable, the fable

And it's all just in my head, it's all in my head
All this life, it's all in my head
If I get one more chance I will turn all these tables around
Or just lay down

Not so much to say at the end of the day
But guess I should wake up
Trade my fate in the corner for a date with the coroner
And I'm gonna make it
Believe me

And it's all just in my head
So why should I care
Bout these things that don't exist
But I'd be remiss not to resist all the shit that's been keepin' me down
I'll dig deep for one last match and burn the whole thing straight to the ground

Is there a reason for me
Not yet
Should I just bow out graciously
F that
Every raod leads down to the sea
Sunset
Should I just lay down and sleep
F that

Cause now you got nothing on me
I got the itching to leave
Lost all your power one me
I got the itching to leave