Who Is He? Lyrics

Caught in the cold with nothing but the old

Ways of the days where I'd pour liquor down my throat

I'm feeling every bit of empathy

For the portrait looking back at me

Inside of every single memory

Is a box signed by pandora hoping that it gets the best of me

Caught in the cold with nothing but the old

Ways of the days where I'd pour liquor down my throat

Caught in a lie, that shit gets better over time

My liver holds the strength that my heart couldn't find

An ocean of catastrophe

Flavored just like gasoline

Synapses fire back at me

For abusing all my power when I hated myself drastically

Caught in the cold with nothing but the old

Ways of the days where I'd pour liquor down my throat

Caught in a lie, that shit gets better over time

My liver holds the strength that my heart couldn't find

All my emotion keeps on pouring out

In a way the helps me water down

Whatever is filling my glass

My body hates me and I hate it back

Caught in the cold with nothing but the old

Ways of the days where I'd pour liquor down my throat

Caught in a lie, that shit gets better over time

My liver holds the strength that my heart couldn't find