Another night in a wasted life, in a private hell hidden out of sight
Don't let anyone in, I think the devil's listening
Throw another shot back, and I've lost track of each spin in the cycle of self-loathing
So I'm begging you, don't let anyone in, I think the devil's listening
Bottled up, or on the rocks
Drink it down, wash away with the things you're not
Heart on your sleeve, next to your suffering
With the things you're not and never will be
So the seasons change, I'm waiting, I'm fading away
And I swear on my name I watched you change, it's not the same
You said you were a new leaf, but there's a forest fire burning
Looking back on the wars we'd have never won, spring cleaning of your mind with a shotgun
I wish I could write my name in the wet concrete of the bricks I tied to my feet
So I could recall who the fuck I was before I started to sink beneath the hours and the days and the weeks
Keep quiet, keep your conscience clean, don't say a word, the devil's listening
You said you'd never leave but I can see the smoke in the trees
You said you'd never leave. But there's a forest fire burning
I'm not worthy of my name
I am withered, I'm decay
I'm a wretch, I'm a waste
I am wilted, a disgrace
Tired mind, empty gaze
In an awful fucking place
Half-hearted smile on my face
With a pocket full of plagues
It's the devil or god, but I'm not sure which
This swan song's reaching fever pitch
And so, young wings, I've heard some things about falling, whoever's pulling the strings
