My heart still drops when I see you
Although I'm sure that it doesn't mean to
Start turns to stop when these things move
Out of shape after what we have been through
Lucky seven turned my casino
To a pitch black cave full of voodoo
Took what was bent to a kilo
Stuffed it in my lungs till I couldn't move
Now I sit here in a dungeon I can't see
Smoked so many damn ciggys that I can't breathe
This pit of darkness feels more like a canteen
And everyone around me drinks the last bit of soul in me
My hands still have your smell
So I mask them with the chemicals
My broken heart inhales
Till my thoughts are cynical
They gave me the pain in the first place
They took my life away and put me in the grave
Till I was on the stage and applause arraised
From depressing thoughts spoken from the brain
Now I sit here in a dungeon I can't see
Smoked so many damn ciggys that I can't breathe
This pit of darkness feels more like a canteen
And everyone around me drinks the last bit of soul in me