DOWN

My room's a mess, my heart's undressed, my blood is on the floor

I see myself, I lack the wealth of my own health

It's time to move on, pick your head, make a song

Where you at, I don't know, did you do something wrong

With your teeth and your nails, break your bones, bring us hell

Break a sweat in your dwell, you don't need wishing wells

And I don't know what's wrong with me

It's like looking at a demon do psychology

It's like I'm running but the demons still are onto me

Haunting me, chasing me, pacing me, racing me