Rot & Regret

Well I'm cutting off receptors and sealing my brain
to the gravel and tarmac that's driving me down
to a monotonous hulk, a shivering wreck
A nice quiet, simple life of rot and regret

Scraping the toads and muck off my shoe
A pus loaded warhead for the things that I choose
to do with myself take my chances and help
feed a life-long void of interest

Well I'm stuck with a chemical escapists plan
in my black and white film with no coherent plot
Girl you done no wrong, but I ain't got the heart
And Lou Reed tells me I'm sick of you.