Thoughts creep to
Bag my head
Tie my ankles bind my hands
Make my sternum clap
As I walk the plank I slip into the river
Bound, broken
Nothing can bring me further from here
The bottom is the bottom
Lower ground is gone
If I keep my head the thoughts will lose.
Seams give
When the bitter taints your tongue
And the lights blind your eyes
It will silently move around you
And settle into the dark
You're not going to like it when you wake
You can trust me on that
You can try to run but it will
Grab at your ankles and drag you to its den
Once you fall
It's coming back again
It's coming back again
I've drowned in my use again
Covered in gashes from what I've done
Some things you can never put down
Bleeding out, bleeding out, bleeding out