The Roots Of Me

into this darkened room i've been led, heart barely burnin' like a candle, that can't catch a breath, the flame's folding over losing strength my mind's been so f*cked up, it feels my brain has been smashed up by a sledge hammers' head, all the vessels and nerves purged into a mess and it settles on the last surge, of life i have left but i stillhave hope, for these memories to blow up or flat line, 'cause i'd rather have my thoughts lost, than you draggin' across my half empty mind so i'll try and bleed you out, through my cracks and lines, like a f*cking smashed glass of wine but don't try and pick up a singlepiece, 'cause the shards have all dug into the bottom of your feet, from crushing every little dream i hadingrainedinto the roots of me