Bayonets

Writing
A few lines from hell where brain is running
Smells like acid rain
Oh thoughts
They’re driving me away like an astronaut
I won’t come back on earth
I’m still trying to think about home
And what I used to be cause there’s no home around me
I’m sorry for this world
An endless winter storm
Don’t let it pull you under
Don’t let it pull you under
I’m sorry for this world
An endless winter storm
Dark is the road I wander
Dark is the road I wander
I guess
I’m going down the drain and it’s so painless
Like a rope around my neck
Oh sins
Are tearing me apart
And ghosts surround me while I see the stars
I’m sorry for this world
An endless winter storm
Don’t let it pull you under
Don’t let it pull you under
I’m sorry for this world
An endless winter storm
Dark is the road I wander
Dark is the road I wander
If only I were brave
Not to take off the tape
I would enjoy now
I’m going under
I can’t see that sound
But I can hear you all around
There are things you’ll never figure out
I’m going under
I’m still trying to think about home
I’m still trying to think about home
I’m still trying to think about home
I’m still trying to think about home
And what I used to be cause there’s no home around me
I’m sorry for this world
An endless winter storm
Don’t let it pull you under
Don’t let it pull you under
I’m sorry for this world
An endless winter storm
Dark is the road I wander
Dark is the road I wander
If only I were brave
Not to take off the tape
I would enjoy now
I’m going under
I can’t see that sound
But I can hear you all around
There are things you’ll never figure out
I’m going under