You’ve lost weight, I hear them say
But I feel heavier than lead inside
It is confusing, sure I gotta weigh

I’m walking with my hands raised and there is a countdown going in my head;
15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 09, 08, 07, 06, 05, 04, 03, 02; in a flashing move my right hand reaches the belt and presses the button…

Talk comes for free cause talk is dirt cheap
It flies with the wind and it’s hard to keep
But for some funny reasons it’s my only wish

I’m lying on the ground like a dead rat on the corner of the street. No one even bothers to take a look cause there are so many of them, dead rats.