Post Satanic Ritual Baby

No sense in talking sense.

In the end I always lose.

The lie about love and fear.

Is they're things that you can't choose.

But my soul is still thirsty.

Sometimes we all just need a drink.

You only see through bloodshot eyes.

When you're crying in the sink.

I tried to shake the feeling.

But now the feeling's shaking me.

My back's against the ceiling.

Still holding on, I cut my teeth.

Forget it all. Forget it all.

Forgetting all that's under me.

My back is against the ceiling.

Still holding on, I cut my teeth.

I'm losing ground and I'm losing sleep.

So leave that candle burning.

So I can make it back from the brink.

I just can't shake the feeling