here I am again titanic in proportion sinking like stone sweet
jesus show some mercy and bring me back down
I've been on a death trip for a week
a week of bloody tears stinging my eyes a week of
hound dogs on my heels and that’s a rough ride for a man in my condition I have criminal juice boiling
black inside of me I've been rendered meat
hung up on butcher's hooks and pounded
into pulp slaughtered by my
memories I can’t escape
my memories I’m shackled by the
past no longer cast as human
I'm just a fraction of a man
staring into dark infinity my cup is filled with
ghosts I sup it's bitter poison a fermented blend of treason concocted from regret and
recrimination dear lord
I need a fix to blow away my shrouds
to lift my psyche out of this I never meant any
harm to anyone but I'm a prisoner just the
same I'm the
last man standing there’s no-one else to blame
hear my voice on the album ‘Dagger’
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