To Death

Sick, I'm on a road that's up and down

The devil choked and spit me out

'Can we get some air back here?'

Oh no you

Can't we make a search for common ground?

I'll take the woods you take the lost and found

Peel your eyes it's everywhere

I'm finding out

I'm a criminal, criminal

Inside my own humble home

I'm watching time race ahead

I'm missing you to death

Stop! I saw the culprit get away

He took a suitcase full of shame

He made a left but I'm not sure

For all I know...

All, all I know

Down, down the drain

Cold, cold in this

Dark, dark, deep grave