Gallon

I believe there's something more to me
Another layer that my bloodshot eyes can’t see
And if I'm being honest-my faith is mainly trickery
I just need to keep repeating this
So the gallon stays within my wrist
I believe there's something more in me
Another dimension that my tired mind can’t read
And if I'm being honest-my fate is all too plain to see
This awful feeling never ever goes away
As long as I'm breathing evil has a place to stay
Cyclical queasy, nothing is еasy
I hear myself convince mysеlf to try - yet still, I kinda wanna die
I believe there's nothing more for me
Another way that my hope can't pay the fee
And if I'm being honest-my faith is shameful trickery