stumble and pain

all your gifts come out of hell

you brought them back for love

throw a bucket down into your well

you fill it with your blood

and you let it go

with the greatest ease

cause something always stays the same

and always seems

with the need you never fill

try to leave before it come

like a man you've paid to kill

asking you what should be done

and you let it go

with the greatest ease

cause something always stays the same

and always seems

sun down on a shady grin

shaking hands on a sinking ship

prostitute and a poison friend

telling you you'll never quit