"Mute Print" lyrics

Take this record; start with self-mockery
A master work of toilet tissue, but the words are sexy
To a happy corpse, washed up I am already
I went from a romantic dream to a wet spot on the sheets

Give it one last try till the next, one more last try
I'm not renting this planet; it's all mine

I could not compete with my old body
I pushed it too hard; it fell apart on me

Give it one last try till the next, one more last try
I'm not renting this planet; it's all mine

We are alone with the tranquil
We are alone and it offsets fear for the nights
You're upset? Don't believe your eyes
This mute print lies

Give it one last try till the next, one more last try
I'm not renting this planet; it's all mine