Down In The Mouth کے بول

I spit at the wheel of the means that brought me here The engine run cold, I've not a reason to care I'm feeling down in the mouth, denied resolve and my north star fell south Old habits die hard, a cynic dies harder I'm made to burn for you No matter what you say, you pave a path that leads all astray One last wish for your bullet to miss The target the size of the world, the path true as sin Denied resolve Collapse it all Made to burn Awake, a grace's hope I'll change Martyred, desolate Down and out again Crawl to find the end Made to burn for you A severed hope In spite of pain To grow from places light can't grace Another frailty to abstain, in passing moments for always Down in the mouth