GALLOWS
Tonight's my last night on this death march
We'll call out the cadence
Ask questions later
We'll start in the graveyard
And then we go backwards
Like ADD memoirs
Yeah, it's a hard dig to this cave heart
These symbols feel ancient
Connection is faded
Cause I'm a blacked out loudmouth
With a glass-jaw
That's wired shut
Tell me that this anxiety
Is an artifactual haunting
From past lives
Or am I stuck
With this byproduct of
Some shitty chromosomal
Crossed lines
That made me a liar
Somewhere
There's a dreamland
With a hangman
She held me as I slept
She held me as I slept
I think there's something wrong
With this bag of bones
Cause I'm sinking like
Yeah, I'm sinking
Like a stone
These terrible chemicals
Fuck man
I'm all twisted up
But I won't say a thing
As I fade to the deep
I won't say a thing
Run, river, run
Running from the grave digger
One false step and
It'll be your head
So now she's waiting on a miracle
Exorcising miracles
Let 'em just say
What they wanna say
It's not the bag on my head
Or the rope around my neck
That's on my mind when the floor goes
No, it's the fear
That I can't shake free
Even though I know
I'm heading straight for
The GALLOWS
I remember you saying
In that last conversation
The lock combination is
Hidden in the art
That's carved in the cells of my arm
But my vision is blurry
My last hope is this mantra
Even if I escape it
My secrets they're dragnets
But they can't fucking kill me
I'm back from the dead
With a bar in my grave
For all of my friends
Somewhere
There's a dreamland
With a hangman
She held me as I slept
She held me as I slept
I think there's something wrong
With this bag of bones
Cause I'm sinking like
Yeah, I'm sinking
Like a stone
These terrible chemicals
Fuck man
I'm all twisted up
But I won't say a thing
As I fade to the deep
I won't say a thing
We'll call out the cadence
Ask questions later
We'll start in the graveyard
And then we go backwards
Like ADD memoirs
Yeah, it's a hard dig to this cave heart
These symbols feel ancient
Connection is faded
Cause I'm a blacked out loudmouth
With a glass-jaw
That's wired shut
Tell me that this anxiety
Is an artifactual haunting
From past lives
Or am I stuck
With this byproduct of
Some shitty chromosomal
Crossed lines
That made me a liar
Somewhere
There's a dreamland
With a hangman
She held me as I slept
She held me as I slept
I think there's something wrong
With this bag of bones
Cause I'm sinking like
Yeah, I'm sinking
Like a stone
These terrible chemicals
Fuck man
I'm all twisted up
But I won't say a thing
As I fade to the deep
I won't say a thing
Run, river, run
Running from the grave digger
One false step and
It'll be your head
So now she's waiting on a miracle
Exorcising miracles
Let 'em just say
What they wanna say
It's not the bag on my head
Or the rope around my neck
That's on my mind when the floor goes
No, it's the fear
That I can't shake free
Even though I know
I'm heading straight for
The GALLOWS
I remember you saying
In that last conversation
The lock combination is
Hidden in the art
That's carved in the cells of my arm
But my vision is blurry
My last hope is this mantra
Even if I escape it
My secrets they're dragnets
But they can't fucking kill me
I'm back from the dead
With a bar in my grave
For all of my friends
Somewhere
There's a dreamland
With a hangman
She held me as I slept
She held me as I slept
I think there's something wrong
With this bag of bones
Cause I'm sinking like
Yeah, I'm sinking
Like a stone
These terrible chemicals
Fuck man
I'm all twisted up
But I won't say a thing
As I fade to the deep
I won't say a thing
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Writer(s): Brock Davis
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