Lyrics
Everything that goes down comes right back up
Least it does for me
Sucking lemons 'til three in the morning
Guts so weak they bleed
Endless cycles of fear flipping stomachs
They will never die
Pile of something that came from within me
I don't recognize
Fearful frail thing
Turning in me
Dreadful waiting
Sick apogees
Everything that goes down comes right back up
It's the life I lead
I take the pill that settles the scoring
I am never free
Fearful frail thing
Turning in me
Dreadful waiting
Sick apogees