Bayonets

Writing

A few lines from hell where brain is running

Smells like acid rain

Oh thoughts

They’re driving me away like an astronaut

I won’t come back on earth

I’m still trying to think about home

And what I used to be ‘cause there’s no home around me

I’m sorry for this world

An endless winter storm

Don’t let it pull you under

Don’t let it pull you under

I’m sorry for this world

An endless winter storm

Dark is the road I wonder

Dark is the road I wonder

I guess

I’m going down the drain and it’s so painless

Like a rope around my neck

Oh sins

Are tearing me apart

And ghosts surround me while I see the stars

I’m sorry for this world

An endless winter storm

Don’t let it pull you under

Don’t let it pull you under

I’m sorry for this world

An endless winter storm

Dark is the road I wonder

Dark is the road I wonder

If only I were brave

Not to take off the tape

I would enjoy this silence now

I’m going under

I can’t see that sound

But I can hear you all around

There are things you’ll never figure out

I’m going under

I’m still trying to think about home

I’m still trying to think about home

I’m still trying to think about home

I’m still trying to think about home

And what I used to be ‘cause there’s no home around me

I’m sorry for this world

An endless winter storm

Don’t let it pull you under

Don’t let it pull you under

I’m sorry for this world

An endless winter storm

Dark is the road I wonder

Dark is the road I wonder

If only I were brave

Not to take off the tape

I would enjoy this silence now

I’m going under

I can’t see that sound

But I can hear you all around

There are things you’ll never figure out

I’m going under