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
 disease that trained a gluttonous eye to feast upon the wicked
 And I could pretend that it won’t but it’ll be [bad word] too

 (I give it all)
 Will you watch me drown in a pool of my thickening blood? My rigid limbs sprawl around. I fear that I’m going down.
 Stung by the incessant drone of some siren calling me out. Oh dear I heard the sound
 Now I’m hung like an overcoat with some poison [bad word] in my mouth. Oh god, It’s dragging me down
 Louder and louder still, spinning looms by which I am bound

 This wasn’t right, but it’s what I needed
 And I wouldn’t lie, to feed my indifference