Tekster: Dropsaw. Missing Limbs. Mad Snakes.

Step on snakes and broken glass
sailing with a broken mast
breathing in a pit of sand
drowning in your barren land
slay me, save you
save me, from the things you do
save me, slay you
save me, from the things I do

better run, better hide
in the light
better run, better hide
tonight

slay me, save you
save me, from the things you do
save me, slay you
save me, from the things I do

Riding on a legless horse
emotional bankrupt and outsourced
tightrope of a razorwire
balance while you are on fire
feasting on your tired bones
pouring blood into the drones

better run, better hide
in the light
better run, better hide
tonight

drown in this empty cup
drain away as I fill it up
vein by vein, pull my insides out
severed mouth as I bleed and shout

drown
drain
drown
I won't let this
let this break me
this won''t be
be the end of me