Does your mind ever feel too big for its home?
Substance abuse to escape the ropes.
Push me some more, the limits low
Until my jaw bites and crushes bone.

I’ll run until my feet bleed
But the problems define me
I’ll lie until my tongue dries
But the words always find me.
I’ll cut my tongue out in the confessional.
I’ll cut my tongue out.

Sleepless nights, my days are hell now
Starting to feel that I’d be happier hellbound
Searching for ways to make this trip quicker
And all I’ve found are ways to get sicker

An empty bottle won’t get me there
It’ll put me to sleep or it’ll land me in jail
If as above is so below
Then heaven’s a bust and hell’s just a show

I’ll run, I’ll run, I’ll run

I’ll run until my feet bleed
But the problems define me
I’ll lie until my tongue dries
But the words always find me.
I’ll cut my tongue out in the confessional.
So your lord can never hear
If my prayers are never answered
Then I’ll live in fear.