I check myself in at the door
Like I've always done before
Where nothing ever happened
But how can I be sure

Another daily chore
Another daily chore
Another daily chore
Another daily chore

I'm getting frantic
I'm so on edge
I'm like a buck in the rut and my velvet's shed
I'm feeling nauseous
I can't maintain
It's like the feeling of falling throughout my brain

And if I try
To ignore
A ritual or a thought it just bugs me more
And gets repeated
It's repeated
It's repeated

Another daily chore
Another daily chore
Another daily chore
Another daily chore

I was stable
The perfect son
Not the black sheep I am
But still culled and loved
And now I'm honest
Now I'm shunned
Like a weight on the backs of everyone

But if I try
To make a change
I end up sleeping through to the next day
Never listening
Never loud
I try to scream but just somehow stumble out

Is it over
Is it over
Will you still cry wolf when you're sober
Is it over
Is it over
Will you still cry wolf when you're sober
Is it over
Is it over
Is it over
Is it over
Is it perfect
Is it perfect

Will a black sheep cry if you hurt it
Should I bother
Should I bother
I'll drive this whole damn flock to the slaughter
No more time to consider
Is it worth it to suffer
Will I still be forgiven
If I stop and just give in