Lyrics

The door looks good
But then again
You knew it would
When you watched me come wandering in
And what was said
Was said again
And in my head
I can hear, “There you go.
There you go thinking again.”

And I can’t breathe
There’s too much bile and I can’t breathe
There’s death in my head again

The same sickly faces
The shame in these places
The blade slickens as it slips in

There’s pain in the way
But it goes anyway
What was it that you had to say?