Drop dead were at it again running away with shoes of lead trying to find somewhere to go.

I have never been so low in a place like this, I can feel it burn me to the core, but I want it.

I can get out if i really tried my addictions have me at my ankles pulling me and i don't resist.

When i do i run and try but get caught like a fly on a window cill.

I am dead sinking into this I cant breath when there is no light left in my path i look up and see you with open arms i can go.

Now my desire to get to it is like the desire for water in the desert. so i go and I fight and i find it was easier than staying with (you) have lost this war drop dead i was now i am free.