[Verse]
I fear for tomorrow
I hear the harp play
Can't be here
I'm unconscious
Wasting away
Often off, exhausted
I'm coughing up blades
My patients, these days
Has grown about as thin as my waist
I'm anxious, lately
Treading through snakes
I don't say things
I day dream
Mind in a haze
And it takes me
To such a sobering place
To see arm veins, traced
Eyes deep within my face
I stay, floating through the grey
Pray, to stray, far from the grave
Spitting image of Sisyphus, stuck in my ways
Can't dodge my fate
Escape, these chains