The Drowning (feat. R. Williams)

Up for three days
 Up for three days
 Down under ground for six more
 Incisions cannot penetrate my feet
 Tripping, gliding, falling numbly
 Hands held together with unwanted skin
 Ripping, hiding calling dumbly
 You, in houses of mud
 You, in gutter sleep-love
 You, born to slaughter-swathed gloves
 You dressing daughters and sons
 Like you, I am broken and fragile
 Like you, I am tasting my heart for the first time
 Like you, I am feeding on slumber
 Like you, I've left my eyes far behind me
 Down for the count I'm still drowning
 I'm still drowning
 The eighth day
 Sleep, the eighth day
 Clawed my way back to the first
 No gentle fingers collapse on my eyes
 Weeping, prying, struggling blindly
 There's no sanity standing me back on my feet
 I'm in an empty room
 I'm burning books from you
 I'm lost in bed with you
 Breaking these mirrors to end all I've seen
 Like you, I am broken and fragile
 Like you, I am tasting my heart for the first time
 Like you, I am feeding on slumber
 Like you, I've left my eyes far behind me
 Down for the count I'm still drowning
 I'm still drowning
 I'm still drowning