Two faced
A moribund wretched soul shackled to a f**ing snake
Your days enlivened with indolence
Barely fit to dwell in your abode
Watching yourself slipping down the wrong track
Constantly searching
For your next source of validation
Take a step back, see what you're doing to yourself
An utter lack of self-control
Relinquishing existence to substance
...to substance
You'll find me down at Anticline
Leashed to the telluric hound of guile
Oh you've changed
Feel free to shift the blame
Barely recognisable
Feel free to shift the blame
Your absence is felt
Feel free to shift the blame
You'll find me down at Anticline
Feel free to shift the blame