This don't feel right
down in the belly of the beast
I can feel the night creeping
in around me
I'll bury my head in the sand
if what it takes to be a man
is to face your fear
then I guess I'm just a boy
if I closed the door on everything
I ever did that caused you pain
well I guess there wouldn't be too much that's left
couldn't you tell
that I'm not proud?
couldn't you tell
that I couldn't work it out?
take it all
away from me
I'm not any better
than I've ever been
is this what you wanted?
what you wanted from me?
if it's bad is it still art?
you tried to clot a bleeding heart
but it's been put to pasture
where it's end of days will be
I'm falling back on my old haunts
and my mouth is full of bitter taunts
things didn't turn out
the way I thought they'd be
we could've had it all, my friend
we could've made it start to beat again
grace alone won't put the breath
back inside our body's crooked death

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