I’ll hold my tongue from idle speech to keep my mind fed
Did I trade intent for futile means in the process?
I guess there’s a whole in the bottom of my head my sense has fallen out
I’ve seen the sickness reside in the belly of the righteous
A disease that trained a gluttonous eye to feast upon the wicked
And I could pretend that it won’t but it’ll be my ruin too
(I give it all)
Will you watch me drown in a…