Hole

Submit the blood to the ways of spirits Carried to daylight's edge And they will speak for a pouting mouth Sunken in like a dredge It's so easy when When you make yourself The final cull It's easier done than said Underneath, the worst part of me The lower I sink, the fever's rising The moment you arose, I bludgeoned all hope So sick and delusional, but still I dug up that hole Hole Hole Hole All the phantoms How they brought The delirium Let it rot You should know You should know You should know I've crawled out since then, you should know Hole Hole Sever all threads Sever all threads I've crawled out since then, you should know