Life Rots (In Your Hands)

She says I'm best in moderation And I'm guessing it shows Poison and heavy rotation Rotting down to the bone I'll take the blame for dislocation And the filth as my own Faith and family obligations My hands can't hold And I'm keeping my corners clean When I lay my head down And what she said had nothing to do with it, no So you take your bones home, take your bones home Destroy yourself, come back to it, no You destroy yourself then you come back to it 'Cause what she said, had nothing to do with it, no So you take your bones home Take your bones home And I'm keeping my corners clean When I lay my head down No, no, no I don't dream No I don't dream No I don't dream And the filth falls through your hands, but not mine The filth falls through your hands, but not mine And I yell because I know why Oh and I yell 'cause I know why And I'm keeping my corners clean When I lay my head down No, no, no I don't dream No I don't dream No I don't dream And you send me off to sleep Send me off to sleep (Send me off to sleep) Send me off to sleep Send me off to sleep (Send me off to sleep) Send me off to sleep No no No no no No no No no no No no No no no Send me Send me Send me off to No no To sleep