Post Satanic Ritual Baby - Evergreen Terrace

No sense in talking sense

In the end I always lose

The lie about love and fear

Is they’re things that you can’t choose

But my soul is still thirsty

Sometimes we all just need a drink

You only see through bloodshot eyes

When you’re crying in the sink

I tried to shake the feeling

But now the feeling’s shaking me

My back is against the ceiling

Still holding on, I cut my teeth

Forget it all.

Forget it all

Forgetting all that’s under me

My back is against the ceiling

Still holding on, I cut my teeth

I’m losing ground and I’m losing sleep

So leave that candle burning

So I can make it back from the brink

I just can’t shake the feeling