We're Sure to Drown (Husk's Tale)

Maybe we should start at the beginning? Like how you ended up in hell in the first place (You really wanna know?) Of course! That way, we can work out the best treatment plan for your specific situation Situation, huh? Okay, better you hear this from me than someone like Al Huh? I was once a wanderin' man 'cause I never felt at home Now I'm just a gamblin' man, risking everything I own The only spirit left in me's from a bottle off the shelf And all it means is that I can't see a goddamn way to save my soul or self There's a hole in me And it's exposed for the world to see It's what he knows, so I did what he pleased But I can't be fucked to lose my patience So I just stay drunk and complacent I'm a wicked old soul, nowhere left to go At the beck and call of the man on the radio Raise a glass for the empty-hearted, too far gone to know when it started A shark of the cards never shows his hand And the same's still true when you have these claws and fangs So don't think you can bring my walls down I drank my fill and in that I'm sure to drown You may well reap what you sow But that isn't how this program goes 'Cause in the end all that we want is your soul saved (good luck with that) I've watched the fall of many people Both the good and the down-right evil But if you think I'm giving up on you Big mistake I guess your old man got his dues when all was said and done So they say, but there's none you have to give Seein' all the chumps down here, I know I'm not the only one Making mistakes, it's a part of how we live So you've got a plan? Spit it out, go and try to get me clean! Give me the chance to prove what I could do! (But the rot runs deep inside this shell of mine) 'Til there ain't nothing to redeem But- There's a hole in me And it's exposed for the world to see And you know that I'm a wrench in your machine Though you try, I'll have to show some patience To tell ya, so I'll be complacent I'm a wicked old soul, nowhere left to go At the beck and call of the man on the radio Raise a glass for the empty-hearted, too far gone to know when it started A shark of the cards never shows his hand And the same's still true when you have these claws and fangs So don't think you can bring my walls down I drank my fill and in that I'm sure to drown Give us a chance to set you free If you just, put your faith in me You could grow, and heal, and change You don't need to suffer all this pain Is it really that hard to see? There's nothing left inside of me I can't love, or cry, or hate So who the fuck cares about my fate? But- (no!) Wicked old souls, nowhere left to go At the beck and call of the ones who are in control So raise a glass for the empty-hearted We're too far gone to know when it started A shark of the cards never shows their hand And the same's still true whether you've got claws or fangs So don't think you can bring our walls down We drank our fill and in that we're sure to drown Down the beneath the ground (we're sure to drown) In our burial mounds (we're sure to drown) Taste the blood in our mouths (we're sure to drown) And now there's no way out (we're sure to drown) Just lay my head down (we're sure to drown) Too lost to be found (we're sure to drown) With my hands still bound (we're sure to drown) I've already drowned