It's not a loud sin
But it's screaming in your face
Because the chamber pot echoes like a chamber hall
Don't know why I find pleasure in feeling small
So weak
It's breaking my back and eroding my teeth
I can't speak
My voice is raspy with acidity
And I'm caught in limbo, I'm out of control
Digging the same old hole
Oh but I know that this will make me whole
Again
How low can I go
How deep is this rabbit hole
Wringing out my stomach like a mildewed rag
I stare at my meal like it's a girlie mag
And should I relapse
Or should I go to rehab
Or should I rehash the same old trash
Should I talk to someone or should I just stay quiet
My mind knows the answer but my body won't buy it
And I'm caught in limbo, I'm out of control
Digging the same old hole
Oh but I know that this will make me whole
Again
How low can I go
How deep is this rabbit hole
I'm sick of playing devil's advocate
Dealing out denial like
A fraudulent Faustian
Killing myself, but oh well
I guess I'll keep burning in Hell
But I don't believe in the afterlife