[ Featuring the Bevy Blue ]
I think I'm down in a hole, and I don't know if you're finding me
Who needs any self-control, when there's too little light to see?
I started out with a ladder, a couple years ago
That joke is too short to matter, burning rungs to stay warm
Ain't nothin' left here for me, changing my scenery
I'm cupping dirt in my hands, just to see if I can leave
Fingernails to the floor, I feel the heat from the core
I might be burnin' up alive but it's the only thing that makes me feel real anymore
I think I'm down in a hole, I can't remember a day before
Who needs any self-control, if I'm the judge I've been waiting for?
He tells me look up above, that ain't a moon in your sky
That hatred fits like a glove, there's no need to ask why
When light meets dark finds bedrock underneath
When marked-up walls create what you believe
So do I fall asleep or waste my time?
Or do I climb? Do I climb?
