Thought Drunk

Well inside of me

Well inside of me

Pull it up

Feel the seconds running up

Head sunk, Thought drunk

Head sunk, Thought drunk

Foster bruises keep their color in the suicides

Serving tongues, well pardon me, I'll keep the tongue tied

You've been abused

Don't get used to it

Fall in place, bat an eye you'll lose your best side

Fallen grace in the setting of the mourning side

You've been abused

Don't get used to it

All these shifty fuckers suckers for the second coming

Well inside of me

Well inside of me

Pull it up

Feel the seconds running up

Head sunk, Thought drunk

Head sunk, Thought drunk

Well inside of me, I know we're not free

Take the physics out, calm the misery down

You've been abused

Don't get used to it

Restless energy circles same dreams

Pick your poison now, hold your bottles proud

You've been abused

Don't get used to it

All these shifty fuckers suckers for the second coming

My blistered monks

Circumambulate the faith

Look within, words begin

And spill out the chest

In the mysteries, in the miseries

Keep circling

Heads sunk, thought drunk

In a thousand days

In a thousand ways

See it through

See it through

Don't just end your life

Keep circling

Till the soles wear thin

Keep circling

Heads sunk, thought drunk

I'm sick of singing fears

I'm sick of singing fears

I'm sick of losing years

I'm sick to fucking tears

Sit in the yawning dawns, my morning lovers

Sing the waning songs, my mourning lovers