Songtexte: Into It. Over It.. Hearificial.

It's a good thing you've got that artificial heart.
Turn it on (or turn it off) and expect your friends to repeat the same alcoholic lines.
You're running on alkaline; A hollow chest no better than mine.

I've finally found the time to put two and two and you together writing one more song that's bitter. You're a quitter, so don't even bother.

Her:"How do you sleep at night?"
Me:How do you look yourself in the eyes?
Her:"How do you sleep at night?"
Me:I wake up (tight). I wait for the batteries to die.