The Gift Lyrics

Had my last bottle

Washed it down with a gun

The bag is getting dizzy

As the tank fills my lungs

The water seems to darken

With the light inside my eyes

How many more times

Can I watch myself die?

Steel ripping through my head

Twisted hot from the hull

That whirling metal mayhem

Smears crimson from my skull

Down the road with flaming wreckage

And not a single soul in sight

But the omens, black and feathered

Picking at my eyes

Air pushing my body

Falling fast and hard

With a little money

Call the number on the card

This porcelain coffin

Is where the end will start

Put me out of my misery

I am falling apart