I need a new rock bottom.
I’ve got to find a beloved back alley.
I’m bored as hell in sodom and eden is just another dry county.
the local haunts have been blessed, all their spirits dispossessed.
even our bed is the second best and the end isn’t near it is now.
these drugs won’t even bring me down.
I wanna dance but I don’t hear a sound.
you cant fuck when your friends are around but my slow death drew a crowd.
can’t take two sins off of one ox. pile them on because she wont spare the rod.
you don’t drown faster the deeper you sink so you best make peace and take in the sea.
nurse that stray black dog. stay low. keep digging.
divine light continued to shine for so long that the battery died
and no spark could be seen in my eyes so it waved death down.
the rapture came and it went while my faith was treading cement.
I’m hell bound but I’m heaven sent so I’m lifted back into the ground.
I’ve ascended back into the ground.
there was whiskey in the devils blood and there was blood in my cup
so I will make me a better grave.
I will find my own way.
“The whole winter, the temperature was in the low teens. Utterly freezing,” says Every Time I Die’s frontman Keith Buckley regarding the months that ...