Wrong Climb

Something tells me that this is gonna hurt for a long time

Nothing like splitting at the seams and taking the wrong climb

Everything is rotting and dying

Dead dog in the bathtub, I could hear him whine

Nothing like splitting at the seams and taking the wrong climb

I'm climbing down

Yeah, I'm going down

I think I can hear the ground calling me

It's whisper is so quiet and sweet

I think I could go for an eternal sleep

Chipping nails down to the bottom

Good things dropping, wish I could've caught 'em

Grief ain't something that you're going through

Baby, it's a noun

I'm face-to-face with him now

I'm face-to-face with him now