Paint It Black - Greetings, Fellow Insomniacs lyrics

No sleep We are restless pestilence Broken promises collect like bounced checks. Never penitent I call it “home” where I lay my broken bones Sticks and stones, a row of disconnected pay phones We are contraband Smuggled through the tunnels under Wonderland You've been sleeping on the job So here's your reprimand We are breeding, multiplying In the space between the walls What you call living feels more like dying If it feels like anything at all Wearing our hearts on our sleeves Seems you've forgotten what your head is for My blood is on your hands And no that's not a f**ing metaphor We are afraid of conflict, but always at war And we no longer feel pain, that's what the medicine's for