Throats
"Something Low From This Way Comes"

things couldn't get any worse in my heard,
i have no control over anything in my life.
there is no satisfaction in admitting anything at all.
fuck.
i get all my inspiration from the worst of places.
from cynics, to cheats and thieves,
i'm growing into something i never want to meet,
confining myself into my insecurities,
confiding myself with my in-secure self.
heroes learn to die young.
i get all my inspiration from the worst of places.
don't ask what's wrong with me,
awkward silence is easy to believe,
i've already marked the pages i never want to read.