DEAD

Manipulate myself I dig a hole to hell Articulate my world A leap of faith is all I have I built my home with care I act surprised when its so bare I'm talking to myself Am I scared? I'm feeling dead, inside my bones This kind of dread, is everything I know Everything I know is hard to love Everything has turned to dust I medicate my doubt, still feel it bleeding out I decorate the truth, till it feels safe to touch I hold the cracks with shaking hands Still act surprised when I can't stand I'm talking to myself I'm feeling dead, inside my bones This kind of dread, is everything I know Everything I know is hard to love Everything has turned to dust Has turned to dust I'm feeling dead, inside my bones This kind of dread, is everything I know Everything I know is hard to love Everything has turned to dust