Woke Up In Pain
The Feeling A Fire Gets In Pouring Rain
Left Lonely And Only Inches From Being Cold
Try To Contain The Fire That Will Take Over The Brain
I Can't Take That Kind Of Tone
Suffocating
My Head In A Bag, Soon Won't Feel A Thing
This An Omen Or Maybe Just A Stupid Dream
Call It Deranged And Just Bury Me And Ignore The Screams
You Call A Grave What I Call Home
I've Been So High
At Least The Last Couple Of Weekends
Good Times Gone Dry
Needing To Hear The Voice From A Friend
I Say I Won't Drift Closer And Closer To The Deep End
I Keep It Close, Deep In My Head
So You Don't See That I'm Scared