| These pills that kill the pain
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| As I wander through pitch black corridors
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| Neck-deep in stagnant fog
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| To the rhythm of this disease
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| I’m but a slave to the muse that will kill me
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| Addiction seeps within my bloodline
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| The only thing I need is killing me
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| As the concern passes for me
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| You’re giving up
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| Out the door as you said your last goodbye
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| Fixed by this medicine
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| Beaten and dragged, sunk to new lows
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| Amongst the buzzards, carrion and crows
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| She eats my flesh and bleeds me slow
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| Take me to my solitary gallows
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| My darkest love, how far we’ve come
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| I’ll let you kill me, just take away my pain
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| The concern passes for me
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| You’re giving up
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| Out the door as you said your last goodbye
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| Spiritual failure, cut from absent concern
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| Rising like the tides, the flood weighs heavy
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| In her tears I’m drowning, I knew her masquerade
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| Yet I dove in anyway, now I’m sinking in fathoms
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| Stand amidst the oceans roar
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| Under tormented skies
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| A grain of sand
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| Of a kingdom built on lies
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| The concern passes for me
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| You’re giving up
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| Out the door as you said your last goodbye
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| As the dirt falls on my grave
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| Just say goodbye
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| Turn away, walk away
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| You did all that you could
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| You can’t fix yourself with medication |