Mouth

Feel So Low Some Days

And Only I Can Taste

Resent Security

Obscuring All I See



In My Mind

In My Mouth

In My Soul

Only You Provide These Symptoms That I Show



I Could Go Out In Style

Go Back From Where I Came

But Luck Sees To Us All

And Rarely Plays The Game



We've Seen It All Through Many Years Of Lonesome Hell

Back To A Place Where We All Terminate