Like a Man Possessed - The Get Up Kids

I go on forever

Older burns are overturned

My life for worse or better

I’m just craving for a cure

Like a man possessed

A requiem

We’re singing

Hide the misdemeanors

Never lead an open life

My hands were never cleaner

Not a trace for you to find

Say it, does it show?

Is this test in any other time?

I know, but I don’t

I’m blind in every other eye

Cold hands, colder smoke

We sleep anywhere we lie

You’re lying if you don’t

I’ll try, I’ll try