Head Tilter

My hands they tremble and I feel sick My glass so full I can feel the grip Of all the promises I can't keep And all the whispers in my ear This plough is unwanted So heavy it cuts Will drag it until Something will grow right My head so big I can feel it tilt My eyes so dry I can see the guilt The way it lingers in my teeth And I feel sick I feel so sick This plough is unwanted So heavy it cuts Will drag it until Something will grow right Underneath the cloth I can hear you breathe It makes me sick I feel so sick Been here before and I hate the drill Pain so severe it takes the wheel This plough is unwanted So heavy it cuts Will drag it until Something will grow right