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