24 Thorns

Covered in rust
Choking on blood
The gears turn and another gone
I dug a grave just to see how it fits when I'm
Soiled and covered in rust
Choking on blood
The years pass and we're still in the same rut
Burning out
A tough swallow
Dragged down
Soiled and covered in rust, rust, rust, rust, rust, rust
Covered in rust

I have this pulsing in my chest
Breaking out in a cold sweat
Hallucinating, fetishizing
Succumbing to the weight of my regrets

Now it's a tough pill to swallow
And I'm only digging deeper and deeper
Resenting myself, another day gone by
Another twenty four thorns in my side

Stuck in these portraits of myself
Time slips away and I can't get out
Stuck in these portraits of myself
When all is said and done I'll be covered in rust

Burning out
Dragged down
Soiled and covered in rust, rust, rust
Covered in