Already

When you’re trying to walk forward
But the steps you take only bring you back
Then you’re really alive

When you’re speaking to your own head
And everyone thinks you’ve gone off the deep end
Then you’re really alive

When you’re sleeping with no eyelids
And your bed becomes a coffin to eternity
Then you’re really alive

When you’re a disgrace to a man in the gutter
And a joke to a junky old whore on a deserted street
Then you’re really alive

When you’re looking in a mirror at a reflection
You can’t even recall, can’t even recollect
Then you’re really alive

When you’re face first in a bloody bathtub
And you’ve lost your will of feeling
Then you’re really alive

When you’re hanging higher than the rest
But the noose constricts your ability to gloat
Then you’re really alive

When you’re greeting cold steel
Some metal with such a bite and bark
Then you’re really alive

When you’re over and immediately under
To an earth that houses millions like you
Then you’re really alive

When you’re trying to walk forward
And the steps you take offer relief from what’s behind
Then you’re already dead