mark lanegan
drunk on destruction
feel i'm fading away
drunk
death is my due
how i never wondered
turning the screw
into the dirt
and now i'm going under
a silver haze bleeds from the sun
i am the target and the gun
this flawed construction
la la la la la la
blackout the day
and every constellation
the driving rain has come to drown
all illumination
a sip of bitterness at first
becomes unending with its thirst
feel
i feel i'm fading away