Crumbs
Perpetual ruminator
I'm a guilty reoffender
Strap me down
Strap me down
Strap me down
Strap me down
If what is carved in flesh
Is not written in stone
Then why do I get
This sinking feeling
Filling up my lungs
With your crumbs
There's no harm in that
But when the body's gone
And my mouth is the shape of a gun
Lock me away
Take a long hard look at yourself
I was a stone all along
Already at the bottom
Already at the bottom
Already at the bottom
Already at the bottom