Heathen - Mortality Rate

The cold does something to a person

And it brought me to you

It was a long road home

I found my way back

Through a maze of heart attacks

You’re standing on ice, I hear it crack

Fuck you, I’m not going to save you

Stand on the shore and watch you drown

The water is rising, you are sinking

Down into misery

Down to where I used to be

Stuck in a haze, stuck in a daze

The only thing that is clear to me

Is that you will always mean nothing

You mean nothing to me

Clouds collide and mountains divide

I’m blooming through soil ground from your bones

The sound of sirens has pushed me to the edge of insanity

This self loathing is controlling me

Worthless fucking liar, heathen

If there is a hell, I’ll see you there, motherfucker