[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