What it takes to survive
I'm not sure I have it in me
I'm a crack in the beehive
A dead body past the hanging tree
And when I'm home alone
I cut myself
Down to the bone
Don't fight the idea
Just wait for the execution
Don't fight the idea
Hand-drawn
On a worn out sketchbook
Reaching for the unknown
Laying low
'Til it all comes crashing down
And when I'm home alone
I cut myself
Down to the bone
Don't fight the idea
Just wait for the execution
Don't fight the idea