As old as the grave

For, misery is turning the ground
As old as the grave
As old as the grave

For, misery is turning the ground
As old as the grave
As old as the grave

Father, you're drunk
Easy now
The bottle sees your best and worst
Mother an ocean
Is raining down
Still your garden dies from thirst

You lay yourself down a bullet to the brain
And all world's words can't tell you that you're sane

Homeless beneath
Devil's moon
Find comfort in the dirt
I don't get down
No I
Check in the dream whilst i work

You lay yourself down a bullet to the brain
And all world's words can't tell you that you're sane
You lay yourself down a bullet to the brain
And all world's words can't rid you of your pain

Pain

Pain

For, misery is turning the ground
As old as the grave
As old as the grave

For, misery is turning the ground
As old as the grave
As old as the grave

For, misery is turning the ground
As old as the grave
As old as the grave

For, misery is turning the ground
As old as the grave
As old as the grave

Father, you're drunk