Spinning vinyl
Your words are whispers
Between the lines
Undefined
Each track scratches
Im under the hatchet
hoping for a quick death
prayer every breath
crying for a way
I've run fast enough
yelled loud enough
and I'm down on my knees
In the mud on these local trails
But what it entails
is a death inside
a breakdown again
this is my last chance
I reach for the wind
regret all my sin
i open the door
and I let you in
I'm empty
it's ok
I'm waiting to be filled again
with stuff that's new
more like honey
more like rain
smoother than coffee
deeper than pain
