Raiders of the Lost Heart

Wading through waves of blood
 Pummelling the faces that haunt me
 In my dreams, as I try to run
 Thicker than blood stinking like vomit
 Dragging me downwards, into the deep
 Counting the seconds and minutes
 For years and years, I've had these dreams
 Killing my sleep, fucking up my days
 Cannot keep a job
 Cannot keep a friend
 Have to self medicate
 Starting at the ceiling
 Wondering what would have been
 Without the haunting
 Could it have been any different?
 Same shit different night
 Puddles of sweat in my bed
 Chased by the monster again
 It's getting weirder every day
 Cannot stay alive
 Cannot keep on going
 Have to self medicate
 Starting at the ceiling...
 Chasing the rush everyday
 Searching that high, high and low
 Chasing the rush everyday
 Raiders of the lost heart
 Starting at the ceiling...
 Chasing the rush everyday...