morning rushes to my head, confirming i was almost dead. white pills sprawled across the dresser, broken mirror broken bottles, i don't wanna wake up again.
all my nightmares are stuck on replay, its clear these scars won't go away. tonight, i'll drown myself again, another bottle in my hand. keep lying to myself tomorrow will be different.
again, i've been reduced to nothing. again, i found myself in a place i don't ever wanna be. broken bones may mend but there are new holes in hearts the size of trains.
as the poison moves from the pills in my hands, to the foam in my mouth, from the sore of my throat, to the pain in my guts, from the death of my brains, from these cold and swollen veins, i still feel the same, i still feel the same.
Love this record to pieces. Favorite instrumentals on a skramz record ever. Some really good vocals and lyrics on it as well. Just an all around solid skramz record. Trey