Danakil Depression Lyrics

There are rips in my suit from all of the abuse

Every stitch undone and soaked in blood, just burn after use

I'd find a better wardrobe but I'm tired of the lack of space

I'd rather die nude than misconstrued as one who can't pick a face

I'm an acrobat spinning to confuse the audience

Plummeting in hopes the ropes will loosen at the ends

I light the ring of fire with no intent to clear the space

Crash and burn until it's my turn to try and save some face

Rinse repeat recycle until the bullet finally finds a place

To tuck away and rearrange the contents of my brain

Salt inside a wound that never seems to quite heal right

Manifest some stitches but I forget to pull them tight

Anchored to an anguish that locks itself away at night

Clawing at the walls that hold the door behind my eyes

I'm selfish and I'm helpless and all I want is sympathy

But what I need is dopamine and some serendipity

I'm drowning anyway can I at least just breathe some liquor in

Numbing agent shaped in drops of ice and lime perched in gin

An awning filled with cracks that only fakes a form protecting me

This empty room will fill with doom and pressure to infect my sleep

Golden heart eroded at a date and time from early on

Marked for death with shallow breaths attempt to sing assuring songs

A captain of a ship that will rarely ever leave the shore

Terrified to sail and find exactly what I'm looking for

An ocean with a throat that's made to swallow motivated souls

Nullify endeavors to patch the holes inside the hull

Empty out my insides and clean the parts I need to keep

Whatever made the wires rot and disconnect will ruin sleep

I'd shrink myself so I can rest between the spaces in the sand

Holding on to keep you happy is putting blisters on my hands