Plague Doctor

This is how it's going to be
 Striking while the iron's still warm
 While you're not afraid to die
 Shielded with science from fear of certain death
 Spending more on killing than anything else
 Propped up. Walls on the backs of our neighbors
 Giving half your life for land no one can ever really own
 Asking yourself how did I get here again?
 Bow down or you'll be singled out
 Face and palms up where we can see 'em
 On your backs until the tires give out
 The hole we build inside is a gift
 Never tired again. do you buy it?
 What kind of life is this?
 Don't let go of the desk in front of you
 The house that can never really be yours
 Surrounded by armor bought with priceless time
 To keep the calm inside
 Broken jar, damaged people
 Nothing to say? Biting your tongue
 Asking yourself how did I get here again?
 Bow down or you'll be singled out
 Face and palms up where we can see 'em
 On your backs until the tires give out
 The hole we build inside is a gift
 In my dumb mind I don't recognize myself
 Do you remember me? Drawing circles around my memories
 Setting traps for them, setting myself up, making a cocoon, breathing
 Filling it with medicine
 Being empty. It's just as big as being filled
 I think this is a stop sign, it's hard to tell
 The heart in my head is aching from colliding head on
 And I have a smokey mind
 Selling myself on caution
 First with the color, then the good feeling
 I had a daydream
 I have them every day, and in most every way my future lives inside
 So I try and pay attention, because I know it comes from somewhere
 Even if I can't remember, even it it goes to nowhere
 Death rattles on without me, or maybe that's my lungs
 Or the sound of my heart collapsing
 Help. I am alive.
 I think this is a stop sign, it's hard to tell
 The heart in my head is aching from colliding head on
 And I have a smokey mind
 Selling myself on caution
 First with the color, then the good feeling
 I had a daydream. I have them every day
 And in most every way my future lives inside
 So I try and pay attention, because I know it comes from somewhere
 Even if I can't remember, even it it goes to nowhere
 Death rattles on without me, or maybe that's my lungs
 Or the sound of my heart collapsing
 Help. I am alive