I resort to impulse
To escape the living
Face down in your indifference
Waiting to fall in line

And I was never impressed
With your addiction to conscience
Pain has long been the lost
Humiliation of genius

And I've been misled
To believe that I was alone

It always turns out better, better this way
Sedated, so you won't
You won't have to feel a thing

And I resort to impulse
I resort to impulse
I resort to impulse

I resort to impulse
To escape the living
Counting the imperfections
Down the lines of my face

When all the regrets
And failures in you were so obvious
Pain has long been the lost
Humiliation of the soul
And I've been caught between
What's real and what's for sale

I'm not the one who profits
From stainless masquerades
I've come to terms with my fixations
And all your failing attempts
Faithful performances
The timelessness of your act
Won't be the end of me

Won't be the end of me

I've come to terms with my fixations

I'm not the one who profits
From stainless masquerades
I've come to terms with my fixations
And all your failing attempts
Faithful performances
The timelessness of your act
Won't be the end of me

And I resort to impulse
I resort to impulse
I resort to impulse

I resort to impulse to escape
To escape, to escape