Some people hear their own voice in their headHave deep conversations with it like a friendInternal dialogue, but I live in a silent fogA mental toilet cloth, I really miss my dogWe lay in the haze, we don't know any betterWe're falling asleep, breathing on to each otherToes are getting cold and everybody's getting oldBut all I know is a white nose and a chokeholdIt gets quietSitting here inside of my own silenceDoing everything I can to hide itI am trying, but the grass is dyingI picked up a glass, but the water ain't dryWent out to play, but the water ain't dryWent to the backyard to hug a behindI swallowed up a couple, hoping it would make me more aliveBring me back to lifeIt gets quietSitting here inside of my own silenceDoing everything I can to hide itI am tryingBut the grass is dyingThe dust, it sets my mind to bed The dust, it sets my mind to bedThe dust, it sets my mind to bed