Torment

I don't regret time I spent spilling problems down my neck
Blood of christ gone straight
To my head likeminded negative influences
You've probably heard it before but I'll say it again
I'll put my trust in poison
The smoke signals, it's time for change
The smoke signals, will you rescue me.

We're all fathers to a grave, we'll kill ourselves in our own way
And mothers to a faith that let's us learn from our mistakes
We'll always just remain the serving saviours off our nose
To spite our face.

Still I'm no better off than I was
Still at the bottom no matter how high
We are still at the bottom no matter how high
The smoke signals, as I lay below
The smoke signals, tearing at my throat and I'm spitting blood
Won't rest compulsive, dependant on delusion
I'm getting tired of the same excuses
I set myself to self destruct because the truth hurts too much
I'll sleep in recovery
Facing the devils smile
Still I'm no better off than I was
Still at the bottom no matter how high
A heart full of love that I lost
A hand full of hope that'll get me by
All our needs will fade, we'll sleep in recovery
Suffer to save
This is my request for forgiveness
My blood has spilled
I confessed to my demons
And they don't regret a fucking thing.