world of trouble

2.3.4.i drank all my fucken brew and i ain't gots no more. feeling so damn tired

running on desperate fumes

for the end is

always near

now

empty handed

it's always soon

psychocise me

terrify me

jeopardizing all that's mine

megolamize me

certify me

on my knees until i cry

lord only knows where i've gone

lord only knows where i've been

in a world of trouble again

worries

streaming 'round the bend

treat me like a dog

now

knowing i won't turn

blind me like a slave

now

cast down

no concern