I've done a lot to ease the anxious thoughts I've known
Untold attempts to fend
Here comes the pain again
Like all the flours that feed along my mouldy coated spine
I seek the rot in me
I seek the rot
I've work so hard to bleach my joy
This taste in wars
Yet my eyes well up again
Salt streams run down my skin
Depression not face that passes once old
This makes me sad to think, I can't help but to sing
So run you along you dog I see you once again
My oldest loyal friend sticks with me to the end