Текст песни 874

My own isolation Played out on this bitter skin Tell me what you feel I've accepted this life, alone I can never stop these vultures Picking at my empty bones When I slip through the cracks And I'm too far south I couldn't get any lower The devil speaks through my mouth He says: Come home, sleep now on the cold floor like a dog Kicked in the teeth by the ones I love I will bite the hand that feeds The one that never cared for me I know that grief will follow Betrayed Frozen to the bone