this is not a means to an ending. just a broken and twisted path
foreboding the droning tasks
that face the shell of a shattered man. the shell of a shattered man. dripping. incessant dripping won't stop. not for the machines that bellow through the corridors. nor for the joy and wonder from my mind
that oozes
pools and weeps through every orifice of mine. patch it
plug it
dry it. scramble and claw for the fragments that once were. patch it
plug it
dry it. piece it back together. patch it
plug it
dry it. scramble and claw for the fragments that once were. patch it
plug it
dry it. piece it back together. now i'm scraping the barrel. and now i'm scraping the barrel. is there something i must've just missed along the way;
a piece of me i somehow left behind
and lost between the days?
and now i'm scraping the barrel. scrape and rake my life away. light grows dimmer every day
repressed dreams confide in me. taste and feel. erase the years. another one down the hatch. patch it
plug it
dry it. scramble and claw for the fragments that once were. patch it
plug it
dry it. piece it back together. patch it
plug it
dry it. scramble and claw for the fragments that once were. patch it
plug it
dry it. piece it back together. this is not a means to an ending. just a broken and twisted path
foreboding the droning tasks
that face the shell of a shattered man. the shell of a shattered man. bottoms up
another one down the hatch. bottoms up
another one down the hatch.
Lyric Context: scraping the barrel - make them suffer