I no longer see the numbers on the clock upon the wall, my feet are right below me but they can\'t prevent the fall
My mind is clouded over from all the drinks that I have drank, like the proverbial fish out of the water I\'m in an imaginary tank
The world is always watching me but all I see is haze, the pills are kicking in as I fall underneath your gaze
Now I smoke a little pot as I grow stupider and dumb, but the pain is still pulling at me even though I\'m Comfortably Numb
Running away in my mind won\'t relieve my evil sins, and if it\'s Comfort to my Victims they\'ll torment me in the end