Hatchet

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