A Sense Of Something

Before my eyes an ugly sight
A liquid blacker than the night
A pool of raw humanity
A polymorphic enemy

Upon my tongue a bilious taste
A billion grievances to make
A bitter substance in my mouth
Suck it up or spit it out

[chorus:]
Well I don't know and I don't care
I'm underwhelmed and unaware
I sense there's something going wrong
A sense of something going wrong
With scars on all the skin I bear
It's up the hill or up the stairs
A sense of something going wrong
A sense of something going wrong

Below my nose a cigarette
I watch the smoke make its ascent
A nickel sky and yellow walls
I'll never rise above it all

Inside my ears a steady drone
A stigma cuttin' to the bone
A stifled cry, a silent mass
I sit here looking through the glass

[chorus, etc.]