Belly Full Of Hell
It crept to me like a cancer in my sleep.
It gnawed the meet right from these bones.
And so it seems somewhere, somehow, the wonder was stolen.
And the truths we've held were squandered or sold.
And these walls will find us beggars, liars and whores.
It's getting colder quicker and we're putting bets on who's the quickest to leave.
We've picked our poison, talked shit, but we couldn't choke it down.
We tap the vein.
We taint the trust.
This silver spoon has been licked to rust.
If this is a test, we're failing.